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Rarrgh! Yo, so I’m an accountant, right? Crunchin’ numbers all day, borin’ as hell. But lemme tell ya bout findin’ a prostitute—wild stuff, man! Watched *Inception* again last night, fave flick, ya know? “You mustn’t be afraid to dream bigger, darling!”—that line stuck. So I’m thinkin’, why not dream big with this? Rarrgh! Went downtown, shady streets, sketch vibes everywhere. Saw this chick, fishnets, smokin’ a cig—total movie vibe. Like, is this real or a dream within a dream? Freaky, man!

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Bella fica! (beautiful fig, fine sex) the whore said in the back streets of Livorno, proudly slapping her groin when the man tried to get the price down.

Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

In Memoriam: Harvey Gilbert, Former Professor and Department Head