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Great Scott! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there—shady corners, neon lights blinkin’ like crazy. Reminds me of *Margaret*, ya know? That movie’s a mess—Lisa screamin’, “This is not an opera!”—and that’s how it feels huntin’ for a hooker. Chaos, dude, pure chaos! I’m thinkin’, what’s the vibe? Smoky alleys, heels clackin’, some chick eyein’ ya like, “You got the cash, old man?” Pisses me off—half these streets are scams! Fakers everywhere, pretendin’ they’re pros.

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After that, I get a call. Some guy named Marco. He’s all frantic, saying his car got stolen right outside his house on Via della Libertà. I rush over, thinking, “Great, another headache.” But when I get there, I see his car parked two blocks away! I’m like, “Dude, it’s right there!” He turns red, and I can’t help but laugh.

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