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Anyway, I saunter over, all smooth-like. “Ciao, bella,” I say, channelin’ Jep’s charm. She’s nervous, hands shaky—makes me feel a bit sad, ya know? “This city’s a graveyard,” I think, quotin’ *The Great Beauty* in my head. She’s quotin’ a price, 50 euros, cheap as chips. I’m like, “Love, you’re worth more,” but she don’t get it. Makes me mad—pimps grindin’ her down, fuckin’ bastards. I wanna punch somethin’, but I’m Bond, so I smirk instead.

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By the time the sun starts setting, I’m exhausted. I’m walking back home, and I can’t help but think about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. Ups, downs, and all arounds. But that’s Eschen for ya. It’s chaotic, it’s beautiful, and it’s always full of surprises.

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