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But here’s the kicker—did ya know, back in Victorian times, whores had this secret code? Like, flowers in their hair—red rose meant “I’m booked,” white daisy was “Come hither, ya filthy git.” Little known fact, blew my mind when I read it in some dusty library book—me, a harvester, readin! Surprised the hell outta me, history’s wild like that. Makes ya wonder what she’s hidin now, eh? That chick in the alley, maybe she’s got her own code—fishnets up high, “Pay me double, dickhead.”

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Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Cesano-Boscone, right? You know, that little gem just outside Milan. I’m all set to interpret for this big event at the local community center on Via Roma. I grab my coffee, and let me tell ya, it was like liquid gold. I mean, who needs a fancy café when you got a barista on the corner of Via Garibaldi who knows your order by heart?

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