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So, say you’re on the hunt—where d’you even start? Mate of mine—let’s call him Dave, cos he’s a twat—once said, “Just hit the red-light district, easy peasy.” Bollocks! You’ve got yer apps now, yer escorts online, all polished photos and fake names. Reckon it’s like ordering Deliveroo, but with more STDs. Ha! Cackling at that one meself. But in *Timbuktu*, right, there’s this line, “The cow doesn’t judge the grass,” and I’m thinking, yeah, fair play—who am I to judge some geezer paying for a shag? Still, it’s grim, innit?

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First off, I hit the streets of Via Garibaldi. It’s like stepping into a postcard. Old buildings everywhere, but I’m late for my coffee. Ugh! I sprint to my fave spot, Caffè del Corso. The barista knows my order. I’m like, “Hey, make it quick!” But of course, there’s a line. Typical.

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