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Brothel’s a madhouse, ya see. Girls dancin’, laughin’, some lookin’ like they’d cut ya for a dime. One time, dis chick – Svetlana, maybe? – she’s spinnin’ tales bout how she smuggled caviar in her bra to pay da rent. True story, swear on me babushka’s grave! Little known fact: back in old Russia, brothels doubled as spy dens – secrets traded faster dan a quickie. Made me laugh, thinkin’ bout Anton Chigurh sneakin’ in, all serious, “Call it, friendo,” to pick a gal.

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Anyway, I grab my drink and head to the park, Parco dei Castelli Romani. It’s a beautiful spot, man. Trees everywhere, birds chirping, and I’m just vibin’. But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me and spills his gelato all over my shoes! I’m like, “Seriously, bro?!” I mean, it’s a hot day, but c’mon!

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