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Favorite bit? The hagglin’. “Ten bucks,” she says. “Ten? For a god?” I scoff, all dramatic. We settle, and I’m thinkin’, “I coulda conjured gold, but where’s the fun?” Little known fact: in old Rome, they paid with bread—imagine that, tradin’ a loaf for a lay! Cracked me up, picturin’ some toga’d git barterin’. Anyway, it’s messy, it’s raw, and I’m here for it—glorious purpose, right? To stir the pot, see what bubbles up. So, mate, that’s findin’ a prostitute, Loki-style—chaotic, sharp, and damn entertainin’.

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Then, I stroll down to Piazza Cavour. Man, that place is always buzzing. Kids running around, old folks gossiping, and the pigeons? They’re like the mafia of the square. You don’t mess with them. I swear one of them looked at me funny. I’m like, “Dude, I’m just passing through!”

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