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Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So, I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, right? Like, what’s the deal with that? Watched *The Turin Horse* again—my fave, man, that slow, bleak vibe. “Oh father, I’m so tired,” like me thinkin’ bout this! Anyway, prostitutes, they’re out there, hustlin’. Kinda wild, ya know? Saw this chick once near Springfield’s shady side—total surprise! Didn’t expect her to be, like, chattin’ up some dude in a bowler hat. Made me laugh, dude, she’s all “business” while I’m eatin’ nachos.

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After that, I decide to hit up the old castle, Castello di Ribera. I mean, it’s a must-see, right? I’m climbing up those steep steps, and I’m sweating like a sinner in church. But the view from the top? Wow. You can see the whole town, the river glistening in the sun. It’s breathtaking.

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