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Findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic, tho. Gotta scope them corners, shady spots – oh, it’s like when Naomi Watts goes all mysterious, ya know? “What’s your name, sugar?” I’d ask, nasal as hell, twirlin my blue hair. Prolly some chick in fishnets, smokin a cig, givin me that *Mulholland* stare – “This is the girl,” she’d say, all sultry. Ha! I’d be like, “Girl, you need a makeover, stat!”

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It was impossible for her to have known that the nineteen-year-old kid he'd interviewed the night before was named Michael. Michael Manfredonia, to be exact.

But then, outta nowhere, I see my buddy Luca. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. Turns out, he just got dumped. I mean, who dumps Luca? He’s a legend! We grab a beer at a bar on Via Cavour. I’m tryin’ to cheer him up, but he’s all mopey. I’m like, “Dude, let’s hit the beach! You’ll feel better.”

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