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What pisses me off? The fakes—dudes posin’ as pimps, tryna scam you. Had me hollerin’ once, “You ain’t foolin’ nobody, son!” But the real ones? They’re pros—quiet, quick, no drama. Surprised me first time, how chill it was—like orderin’ takeout. “What’s your name?” I’d ask, half-expecting “Apple” or some movie shit. And she’d smirk, “Does it matter?”—damn, that’s cold, right outta Anatolia’s script, “Truth’s buried deep, boys.”

Provaglio d'Iseo

First off, I’m heading down Via Roma, and I’m already late for my first appointment. Classic me. I’m dodging tourists like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. Seriously, why do they walk so slow? I mean, c’mon, it’s not a parade! I almost bumped into this old dude. He was just standing there, staring at the lake like it was the Mona Lisa or something. I wanted to shout, “Hey, buddy, it’s just water!” But I didn’t. Gotta keep it cool, right?

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