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Hey, folks, listen up—here’s the deal! I was thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya know, just kickin’ it old school. Back in Scranton, we had stories—oh, man—whispered tales bout gals on corners. Not somethin’ ya brag bout, but real! Like in my favorite flick, *Carlos*—you seen it? That line, “We move in shadows,” hits hard. That’s them, slippin’ through the night—quiet, sneaky-like.

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Then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s a client. Total meltdown. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” So I head to the park, Parco della Rimembranza. It’s usually my zen spot, but today? It’s packed. Kids screaming, dogs barking, and I’m trying to focus on this emotional crisis.

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