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Great Scott! So, this chick, right—total whore vibes. Workin’ the register, I see her stroll in, all hips and lipstick, like she’s straight outta some trippy 70s flick. Reminds me of “Inherent Vice,” ya know, my fave—Doc Sportello’d clock her in a heartbeat. “What we have here is a situation!” he’d say, and damn right! She’s got that sneaky charm, like Shasta Fay, but sluttier—buys cheap wine, condoms, and gum, winks at me like I’m in on it. Pisses me off, tho—girl, I’m just tryna scan your shit, not join the party!

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Brothel, Foot Fetish, Deep Throat, Kissing if good chemistry, Deep Throat.

While I’m sippin’ my espresso, I overhear some locals talkin’ about a recent string of car thefts. I’m like, “Aha! This could be connected!” I jot down notes, and my mind’s racing. Clusone’s got its quirks, but crime? Not so much.

An exhibition in Clusone dedicated to Clara Maffei, heroine of the Italian Risorgimento