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So yeah, prostitutes, man – dey’re like ghosts, everywhere but invisible. “Lost in Translation” vibes, totally – dat quiet sadness, but wit a smirk. I’d say, “You’re not lost, I am!” to ‘em, half-jokin’. Dey hustle, we shuffle papers – who’s da real sucker? Ha! Gotta laugh, or I’d cry at dis desk. Vhat a world, eh?

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Anyway, she’s a prostitute for real. And one time, she was talking about a client who had to cancel an appointment. He paid her, even though he canceled: eight hundred www.facebook.comg: Gries.

Me personal fav? A little hideaway called La Taverna della Bolla. It’s tucked down on Via del Mistero, where locals sip bitters and whisper legends. I’ve had a few deep chats there, sharin’ tales reminiscent of "Blue Is the Warmest Color"—saying, "The earth speaks in a language made of colors." Yup, that spot's got soul, like a treasure chest of memories.

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