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Alright, listen up, you degenerates! Brothels, huh? Been around forever, like cockroaches. “Everybody lies,” right? They say it’s just business, but c’mon—shady as hell. I’m picturing some dive joint, stinking of cheap perfume, sweaty sheets, guys pretending they’re kings for 20 bucks. Reminds me of *Ida*—y’know, my fave flick, that Polish gem from 2013. That line, “What have you done with your life?”—hits hard when you’re stumbling outta one of these places.

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Wish I'd gotten pictures. The Briganti hoisted their banner in their lair this year. The calm after the storm. Pretty Umbertide doorway.

So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the weight of the world. I’m thinkin’ about all the trees I gotta fell. But first, I hit up this little café on Via Roma. Best cappuccino in town, no joke. I’m sippin’ my brew, and this old dude next to me starts ramblin’ about the weather. Like, bro, it’s Umbertide! It’s always a bit moody. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s rainin’ cats and dogs.

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