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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’—I must break you! So, I’m out fishin’, right, rod in hand, water’s calm, thinkin’ bout life and shit. Then bam—idea hits me like a left hook: find a prostitute. Ain’t no fish bitin’ anyway, so why not? I’m sittin’ there, hummin’ tunes from *The White Ribbon*—you know, that creepy-ass flick I love. “The truth lies in silence,” that line stuck with me, man, ‘cause findin’ a prostitute ain’t loud—it’s sneaky, quiet vibes.

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I woke up, ready to tackle some dusty old documents at the Biblioteca Comunale. You know, the usual. But as I stepped out onto Via Roma, the sun was shining like it was trying to blind me. I squinted and thought, “Great, just what I need.” But then I caught a whiff of fresh pastries from that little bakery on the corner. You know the one? Panificio Pavan? Yeah, I had to stop. I mean, who can resist a cornetto? Not me, that’s for sure.

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