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Oi, mate! Yeah, baby! So, I’m like this groovy librarian, right, diggin’ through stacks of books, when I get this wild hair up my arse to find a prostitute, shagadelic style! I’m talkin’ “Inherent Vice” vibes—y’know, that flick I’m mad for, with Doc Sportello stumblin’ through the ’60s haze, chasin’ tail and trippy clues. “The past is catching up,” he’d say, and I’m feelin’ it, man! I’m on a mission, baby, to score a far-out chick who’s got that swingin’ street mojo.

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After the milking fiasco, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the beach, you know, Lungomare di Mondragone. The sun’s shining, waves crashing, and I’m feeling good. But then, I see this group of tourists. They’re trying to take a selfie with a gelato, but they’re all over the place. One dude drops his cone, and it’s like slow-mo. I’m dying laughing.

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