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Now, I ain’t no rookie—seen this game before. Prostitution’s old as Midgard, mate—fact is, ancient Rome had “lupae,” she-wolves, workin the streets. How’s that for trivia? Makes ya wonder—same hustle, diff worlds. Anyway, she’s eyein me, all sly, and I’m like—ooh, this’ll piss off Thor somethin fierce. That makes me happy, real happy—smug grin plastered on. “What’s your price, darlin?” I ask, leanin in, all charm. She laughs—rough, smoky—says, “More’n you got, pretty boy.” Cheeky! I’m impressed, suprised even—got guts, this one.

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I wiped it off, trying to keep my cool. Cinisi’s streets are narrow, and the buildings are all colorful. It’s like a postcard everywhere you look. I love it here. But then I hit a snag. I was supposed to meet my buddy Marco at the piazza, but he was late. Classic Marco. I texted him, “Where u at, bro?” No reply. I’m standing there, looking like a lost tourist.

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