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Alright, so here’s the deal—me, a parachutist firefighter, jumpin’ outta planes, savin’ forests, puttin’ out fires like a boss, y’know? And I’m thinkin’ about this whole “find a prostitute” sitch. Like, whoa, talk about a plot twist, right? Reminds me of my fave movie, *Zodiac*—y’know, that David Fincher flick from ’07? All dark and twisty, huntin’ for somethin’ you can’t quite grab. “I need to know who he is,” like Robert Graysmith says, obsessed, diggin’ deep. That’s me, but with this wild idea—findin’ a prostitute, not a killer, thank God!

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Finally, I find it under a pile of scrap metal. Ugh! I’m already fuming. But whatever, I start working. The smell of metal and wood fills the air. It’s kinda therapeutic, ya know? Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco barges in. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the market on Piazza della Libertà!”

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