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Alright, comrade, let’s talk “find a prostitute.” Cold, calculated, straight to it—like Siberian wind. Imagine this gig, yeah? New profession, sneaky, old as dirt but shiny new in tech age. You’re scrolling X, bam—some shady profile pops up, “escort services,” winking emoji. Links to sketchy sites, pics half-blurred, you know the deal. Inside Out style—Joy’s giggling, “Oh, adventure!” while Fear’s screaming, “Abort, abort, Putin, you madman!” Disgust just rolls her eyes—typical.

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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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