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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything.” So, findin’ a prostitute—let’s dive in. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Far From Heaven,” that damn movie I love. Cathy Whitaker, all perfect hair and despair, stuck in her shiny cage. “It’s all so terribly wrong,” she’d say, clutchin’ pearls. Me? I’d rather clutch a whiskey. Prostitutes ain’t hidin’ behind picket fences, thank God. They’re out there, real, no fake smiles. Hate the hypocrisy of suburbs—give me raw honesty any day.

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But then, the mood shifts. I see a couple arguing on the corner of Via Vittorio Emanuele. It’s getting heated, and I’m just standing there, awkwardly sipping my coffee. I’m like, “Dude, not in public!” But they don’t care. It’s like a soap opera unfolding right in front of me. I half expect someone to pull out a microphone and start narrating.

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