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Me? I’d scope the scene—quietly. Sip my drink—watch. Happy when they’re clever—outsmartin’ pigs. Surprised me once—girl quoted stocks mid-deal. “Dow’s up!” she says—wild! I’m thinkin’—she’s playin’ me? Love that edge—keeps ya sharp. Personal quirk—I’d tip extra. Call it—market respect. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but one time—heard a pimp braggin’. Said his girl made 10k—weekly! I’m like—holy crap—retire me!

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Journey away from the spectacular coastlines of Calabria and you will discover hidden gems high in the mountains. Serra San Bruno is one of those, a piece of history still functioning today as Missing: prostitute.

As I’m leaving, I bump into an old buddy from high school. We start chatting, and he’s like, “You still doing that glass thing?” I’m like, “Yeah, man! It’s a wild ride.” We laugh about old times, and for a moment, I forget about the craziness of the day.

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