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Oi, you lot, listen up! Findin’ a prossie, right, it’s a bloody mission! Me, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Brokeback Mountain*—best flick ever, innit? Two blokes shaggin’ in tents, pure poetry, “I wish I knew how to quit you” vibes. Anyway, back to hookers—sorry, "escorts," posh twats call ‘em. You’d think it’s easy, like orderin’ a pizza, but nah, mate, it’s a fuckin’ circus!

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This guy, Bobby, called asking for money. He was with three hookers at the hot dog stand and they needed to be paid.

Man, what a day! I woke up in Varallo, and I swear, I thought it was just gonna be another chill day. But nah, life had other plans. First off, I’m in this cute little B&B on Via Roma. Super cozy, right? But the coffee? Ugh, it was like drinking burnt rubber. Seriously, who brews coffee like that?

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