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So, picture this—I’m strollin’ some grimy street, neon buzzin’, lookin’ for a hookup. Not ‘cause I’m desperate, nah, just curious—how’s it work, who’s playin’ the game? Saw this gal once, red heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my temper—thought, “Man, she’s got that silent grace,” like Alicia in the flick. Didn’t even blink when I asked her rate—50 bucks, quick deal, no chit-chat. Made me laugh, y’know? Straight-up business, no bullshit—like, “Here’s your dance, pay up, Jack!”

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I duck into a café on Via Mazzini. I order a cappuccino, and the barista is this cool dude. He’s like, “You look like you’ve been through a war.” I’m like, “You have no idea, man.” We start chatting, and he tells me about the history of Stradella. Did you know it was founded in the 12th century? Crazy, right?

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