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So, I’m picturin’ it—me, cashin’ out some perv buyin’ condoms at 2 a.m., and I’m like, “Mate, you’re off to find a prostitute, ain’t ya?” He’d probly blush, but I’d just grin. Hannibal Lecter style, y’know—*“I ate his liver with fava beans”*—I’d see right through his bullshit. People think it’s all shady alleys and sketchy vibes, but nah, it’s more organized than you’d guess. Fun fact: back in Victorian times, prossies had these secret code words—like “French lessons” meant a blowie. Sneaky, right? Bet Gustave woulda loved that.

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As the sun starts settin’, I’m walkin’ along the Lungomare. The sky’s all pink and orange, and I’m feelin’ kinda reflective. Like, this city, it’s chaotic but beautiful. It’s got this energy that just pulls you in. But then, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and it’s a guy on a bike, totally wiped out. I can’t help but chuckle. Like, dude, watch where you’re goin’!

The Eclipse at Valencia Sky in Naples