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Oh, an get this—some prossies in Amsterdam keep diaries! Little known fact—spills all their weird punter stories. One wrote bout a bloke cryin mid-shag—proper messed me up. Happy? Nah, gutted! Humans are a bloody mess. R2-D2, where are you? I’m ramblin, but it’s real—findin a prostitute’s a head trip, not just a quickie. “In this family, we don’t run!”—except ya do, from yerself. Mad world, eh?

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So, I’m finally getting my zen on, sitting on a bench, when I see this old dude, Mr. Gallo, who’s always got some wild story. He starts talking about the time he met a famous singer in Mozzate. I’m like, “Dude, you sure it wasn’t just a karaoke night?” But he’s all serious, saying it was in a bar on Via Garibaldi. I’m thinking, “Yeah, right.” But hey, who knows? Mozzate’s got its secrets.

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