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Ruh-roh! Zoinks, man, findin a prostitute? Wild stuff! Like, I’m an artist-technologist, diggin’ into weird vibes, and this? This takes me back to *Pan’s Labyrinth*, ya know? That flick’s my jam—dark, twisty, freaky! “The labyrinth is fading,” right? Kinda like searchin’ for a hooker in some sketchy alley—mysterious, risky, and whoa, ya might not come back the same!

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Then, I hopped on the bus. The ride from my place near Piazza della Repubblica was packed. I mean, sardines in a can packed. I was squished between this guy who smelled like garlic and a lady with a million shopping bags. I thought I’d never get to work. But hey, at least I got to see the beautiful views of the hills. Montecompatri is stunning, especially when the sun hits just right.

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