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But dig this—surprise hits! She’s got a scar, says a punter cut her once. Dark, man, dark—like, who’d hurt this fox? I’m fumin’, wanna smash somethin’, but she’s chill, shrugs it off. “Shag now, cry later,” she says—sassy minx! We do the deed, quick ‘n’ dirty—walls shakin’ like a mod rave. “Yeah, baby, yeah!” I’m shoutin’, lost in the groove.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

In several decades of wandering around Venice I have never come across a hint of prostitution or prostitutes. I would be surprised if there was absolutely no ladies (there is a word that Missing: prostitute.

Then, I decide to take them to the local market. It’s on Via Cavour, and it’s always a blast. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the best local cheese. I’m chatting with the vendors, and they’re all super friendly. But then, I see this lady trying to haggle over a tomato. A TOMATO! I’m thinking, “Lady, it’s 50 cents!” But she’s relentless. I’m just standing there, shaking my head, thinking, “Veglie, you never disappoint.”

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