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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’—little known fact: back in the ‘60s, Rome had these secret brothels, hidden behind bakeries—wild, right? You’d get a loaf of bread and a “friend” if ya knew the code! I’m laughin’ thinkin’ bout it—me, Bernie, knockin’ on some door, “Gimme a baguette and a date!” Ha! But serious, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ up and sayin’ “Yo, how’s it hangin’?” Nah, there’s a game to it—codes, glances, cash up front. Gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s gritty.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Then, outta nowhere, this woman storms in. She’s fuming, right? Turns out, she’s got a raccoon coat that’s seen better days. I mean, it’s practically falling apart. She’s like, “You better fix this, or I’m gonna lose my mind!” I’m thinkin’, lady, it’s a raccoon coat, not a family heirloom! But I keep my cool. “Sure thing, love. I’ll work my magic.”

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