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So, finding a tart—sorry, “sex worker,” gotta be PC these days, bloody woke nonsense—ain’t like popping to Tesco for a pint of milk. Nah, it’s dodgy, mate. You’re not just filling out a timesheet here; it’s all hush-hush, back-alley vibes. Made me proper angry, though—why’s it so complicated? I just wanna have a butcher’s, not crack the Da Vinci Code! Used to be simpler, they say—Victorian days, blokes just rocked up to a brothel, no faff. Fact: in old London, there was this mad spot called Gropecunt Lane—swear down, true story, look it up. Mental name, right? Straight to the point, no corporate jargon bollocks.

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So I finally get to my studio on Via Garibaldi. It’s a cozy little spot, filled with clay and dreams. I’m all set to throw some pots, right? But then, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta see this!” And I’m like, “Dude, I’m busy!” But he drags me out to the riverbank.

The historic hydropower plant at the heart of Italy's electrification revolution