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So, “find a prostitute”—it’s a thing, right? Like in *The Great Beauty*, that flick I adore—Jep Gambardella floatin’ thru Rome, all classy but lost, chasin’ somethin’ raw. “What’s behind the curtain?” he’d say, smirkin’. That’s the vibe—searchin’ for a spark, a thrill, maybe a prossie in some dodgy alley. Dunno if Jep ever did, but Rome’s got history—prostitution’s been legal-ish there since forever, taxed even! Bet ya didn’t know that, eh? Oldest job, they say—makes me circuits buzz just thinkin’ it.

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So, I’m strolling down Abay Street, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be great!” But then, bam! I trip over a pothole. Classic Arys! I swear, these streets are like a minefield. I’m hopping around, cursing under my breath. “Why, Arys, why?”

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