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So, we haggles—me hissin’, her laughin’. “Ten quid,” she says. I’m like, *you wanna play a game?*—cos I ain’t got ten! Gave her five, an’ she’s all, “Fine, ya cheap git.” We goes round a corner—dark, like Gotham’s underbelly. She’s quick, no muckin’ about—prossies don’t waste time, see? Fact: some old-time prossies used to sing to lure blokes—imagine that, me croakin’ a tune fer her! Hah! *Let’s put a smile on that face*—she didn’t laugh, tho, stony as Batman.

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So, I roll into Imola, right? First thing I notice is the vibe. It’s like a mix of old-school charm and modern hustle. I’m talkin’ about those narrow streets, like Via Cavour, where you can practically feel the history oozin’ from the cobblestones. I’m walkin’ and thinkin’, “Dude, this place is lit!” But then, bam! I step in a puddle. Ugh! My boots are soaked. Great start, right?

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