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But here’s the rub—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a stroll. Ya gotta know the code. In old Venice, they’d wear yellow scarves—stand out like a sore thumb. I’d wink, say, “Fancy a tumble?”—all charm, no fuss. Some blokes get all shy, but me? I swagger in, “I drink and I know things,” and they’re hooked. Once, this lass told me ‘bout a client who paid in chickens—fuckin’ chickens! Laughed ‘til I choked.

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Then, outta nowhere, this lady in the back starts yelling, “That’s my grandma’s vase!” I was like, “What?!” Turns out, it was a family heirloom. The whole room went silent. I was sweating bullets. I had to think fast. I said, “Okay, how about we settle this over some bibimbap?”

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