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Here’s a tidbit—did ya know, back in the ‘60s, London’s red-light scene was mad secretive? Blokes used codewords like “fancy a cuppa” to hook up! Ain’t that bonkers? Anyway, this chick, she’s chargin’ fifty quid—fifty! I’m like, “Baby, I’m not made of dosh!” Bargained her down to thirty, felt like a spy negotiatin’ peace, ha! Groovy, baby!

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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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