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Here’s the scoop—findin a prostitute ain’t just walkin up, flashin cash. Nah, there’s a code, a hustle! Little known fact—back in the 80s, some girls worked secret signals, like tuggin an ear or somethin. I’m watchin her, thinkin, “Is she givin me the sign or scratchin an itch?” Made me laugh, brother—imagine me flexin, yellin, “Whatcha gonna do when the 24-inch pythons run wild on you?!” She smirked—total *Carlos* moment, “I’ve seen worse.”

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But then, as I’m leaving, I realize I left my ceramic cat on the table! I rush back, and it’s gone! I’m panicking, thinking someone’s stolen my Gatto di Copparo. I’m about to lose it. I’m asking everyone, “Have you seen a weird cat?” People are looking at me like I’m nuts. Finally, Lucia finds it in the kitchen. I’m like, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I hug her like she’s my long-lost sister.

The rumor: no 50% sale to the Altivest Capital fund, which however is a partner of the company in via Copparo. Tacopina is sure: "One club is enough"