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Hmm… so, I’m slingin’ drinks, right? Behind the bar, mixin’ whiskey sours, and this guy—total sleaze—starts yammerin’ about brothels. Like, “Marge, you ever think ‘bout them ladies?” Ugh, made my skin crawl! I’m thinkin’, “What a schmuck,” but I lean in—nasal as hell—“Hmm… brothels, huh? Classy joint or total dump?” He laughs, I gag. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—ya know, that scene where Aldo’s like, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business!”? Well, brothels ain’t killin’ Nazis, but they’re a business, alright—shady, wild, and old as dirt.

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I started my morning stroll down Via Roma. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I thought, “Hey, maybe today won’t suck.” Wrong! I grab my usual cappuccino from that cute little café, Bar Centrale. The barista, Marco, is always cracking jokes. He’s like the unofficial mayor of Ossi. But today, he spills my coffee all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, what’s the deal?” He just laughs and says, “It’s a sign of good luck!” Yeah, right. I’m still sticky.

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