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So, check this – back in Victorian times, brothels had secret codes! Knocks on doors, weird-ass signals, all cloak n dagger shit. Surprised me when I read that, fuckin wild, right? Imagine some geezer whisperin, “The eagle flies tonight,” just to get laid. Cracks me up thinkin bout it, sneaky bastards. But it pisses me off too – all that hidin, cos society’s judgin em harder than a nun on meth. Hypocrites, man, all of em.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Via Roma. You know, the one with the killer pastries? I ordered a cornetto and a cappuccino. The barista, Marco, he’s a legend. He always knows my order. But today? He forgot the sugar. Like, c’mon, Marco! I need my sugar fix! I was ready to throw a fit, but then I saw the view of Lake Maggiore. It’s stunning, man. I mean, who can stay mad with that view?