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So, this chick – let’s call her Mandy, cos why not? – she’s a right tart, workin’ the streets like it’s Carnaby Street in ‘66! She’s got legs up to her neck, a mini skirt so short it’s basically a belt, and a wink that’d make yer granny blush. I clocked her one night, struttin’ past the pubs, all “Oskar, be me, be me!” – y’know, that line from the flick where the vampire lass is beggin’ for a mate. Mandy’s the same, desperate for a punter, but she’s got this edge, yeah? Like, she’s not just a whore, she’s a bleedin’ enigma!

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Then, I stroll down to Piazza della Repubblica. It’s buzzing! Street performers, kids running around, and I’m just vibing. But then, outta nowhere, this kid trips and spills gelato all over my shoes. I’m like, “Great, now I’m a walking dessert.” But the kid’s face? Priceless! He looks up at me with those big eyes, and I can’t even be mad. I just laugh it off.

Sinking of SS Tuscania in February 1918 took Oregon lives