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Little fact fer ya—didja know some o’ these girls got code words? Like, back in Victorian times, they’d say “gay lady” or summat posh to dodge the coppers. Sneaky, eh? Love that, keeps us guessin’. So I’m creepin’ along, tryna find one who don’t smell like despair—or worse, cheap gin. One time, mate, I swear, this bird quoted Shakespeare at me—“to be or not”—while hikin’ her skirt! Nearly pissed meself laughin’, cos who does that? Surprised me good, that did.

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Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes again. It’s my buddy, Luca. He’s at the pizzeria on Via Roma, and he’s like, “Dude, you gotta come! They’ve got this new pizza with truffle oil!” I’m torn. Pizza or property? But I can’t leave Marco hanging. So, I tell Luca, “Later, man! I’m in broker mode!”

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