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Findin one? Easy, yet not. Apps now, dude—tech’s wild, prostitutes got profiles like LinkedIn! Swipe for a helix match, haha—sarcasm, mine! Risky, it is—cops, creeps, STDs floatin like bad plasmids. Exaggeratin? Maybe—heard a guy got robbed blind, left with a fake wig and a “thanks, sugar!” note. Laughed, I did, dark humor saves me. “Do not wait,” Yoda’d say—true, hesitate and you’re ghosted, cash gone.

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So, I decide to take a stroll by the Po River. It’s beautiful, honestly. The sun’s shining, and the water’s glistening. I’m feeling a bit better, you know? But then, I see this group of tourists trying to take a selfie. They’re all crowded together, and one of them trips and falls right into the river! I’m dying laughing. Like, “Welcome to Copparo, where the river’s got a taste for tourists!” They’re soaked, and I’m just standing there, trying to catch my breath from laughing so hard.

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