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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a charcoal burner, sweatin’ my ass off daily, and lemme tell ya bout findin’ a prostitute—ain’t no picnic! Judge Judy style, baby—sharp as a tack, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining!” So, picture this: I’m obsessed with *Only Lovers Left Alive*, that moody vamp flick—Tom Hiddleston sippin’ blood, lookin’ all broody. “This is far too much fun,” he’d say, smirkin’ at my dumbass quest.

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So, I’m chillin’ at the port, you know, the one by Via Roma. The sun’s just peeking over the hills, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be a good day.” Ha! Famous last words, right? I grab my gear, head down to the water, and boom! My boat’s gone! Like, poof! Vanished! I’m standin’ there like an idiot, lookin’ around. Did I forget where I parked?

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