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Alright, listen up, jabroni! Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, and man, it’s a wild ride. Watched *The Great Beauty* again last night—damn, that flick’s got soul. Jep Gambardella, that slick bastard, floatin’ through Rome, chasin’ somethin’ real. Reminds me of a hooker I met once, swear to God, she had that same vibe. Name was Candy—yeah, cliché as hell, but stick with me. She worked the Vegas strip, glitter in her eyes, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Told me she’d seen it all—dudes cryin’, millionaires beggin’, even a guy who paid her to just talk. “We’re all lookin’ for somethin’,” she said, smokin’ a cig like she owned the night. Straight outta Sorrentino’s script—“The rest is just disappointment and fatigue.”

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So, I grab my coffee and head outside. The vibe is just right. People are walkin’ their dogs, kids are playin’ in the park. I even see some folks chillin’ by the Gnesta lake. It’s beautiful, man. But then, I hear this loud honking. I turn around, and it’s a car stuck in traffic on Södra Storgatan. Classic Gnesta, right? I mean, how does a small town get traffic jams?

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