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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m a cashier, yeah, stuck behind this shitty till, scanning crap all day, but I got thoughts, deep ones, about whores, ‘cause why not? Watched *Holy Motors* last night—fuckin’ wild, right?—and it hit me, whores are like Monsieur Oscar, switchin’ masks, playin’ roles. “We’re alive, we’re alive!”—that’s them, hustlin’, survivin’. Ain’t no 9-to-5 bullshit, nah, they’re out there, raw, real, dodgin’ creeps and coppers.

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So, I keep walking, and I hit up the old town center. The vibe is just... magical. You got the medieval buildings, the narrow streets, and all these little shops. I pop into this tiny bookstore on Via della Libertà. I’m browsing, and I find this old book about Vetralla’s history. I’m like, “Wow, this place has some serious stories.” But then, I drop it. Of course. It lands with a thud, and I’m mortified. The shopkeeper gives me this look like I just committed a crime. I’m like, “Sorry, I’m just clumsy!”

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