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So, I’m scrollin X, tryna find some shady posts, and I see these girls, all mysterious, droppin hints. One’s got a pic – red heels, fishnets, total slay – and I’m like, “She’s giving main character energy!” I dig deeper, find a link to some sketchy site, and boom, there’s a whole menu of vibes. Did ya know, back in the day, like in old Europe, prostitutes would signal with colored ribbons? Random fact, but I’m obsessed! Makes me feel like a detective in a Béla Tarr film, all artsy and lost.

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I keep walking, trying to shake it off. I hit up the market on Piazza della Repubblica. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I’m eyeing these juicy tomatoes, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s like, “You gotta try these, they’re the best!” I’m thinking, “Lady, I’m just here for a snack.” But I can’t resist. I buy a bunch, and they’re amazing. Like, I’m ready to start a tomato fan club.

Fatal Encounter at Mondragone Gas Station