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Last week, I’m prowlin’, thinkin’—what’d Lenny do? He’d write it down, retrace steps. So I scribble: “Check alley, 9 p.m.” Show up, and there she is—fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig. “You lookin’ for company?” she asks. Voice like gravel. I grunt. Hate negotiatin’. “How much?” I say. She smirks—$50. Fifty bucks! For what? A quick tumble and a rash? “I don’t trust people who smile,” I mutter, quotin’ *Memento*. She laughs. I’m surprised—didn’t expect sass. Kinda liked it.

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After that, I hit up the park, Parco della Rimembranza. It’s got these dope trees and a fountain that’s like, super Instagrammable. I’m sittin’ there sketching, and this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s like, “You know, back in my day…” and I’m thinkin’, here we go. But he’s actually cool, tells me about the history of Ceprano. Apparently, it’s been around since Roman times! Crazy, right?

Fig 10-Modelli 3D dei due casi Studio: il Palazzo dei Capitani del...