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Great Scott! Imagine the smells—perfume, booze, desperation. Kinda like Wall Street, “money’s the bitch that never sleeps!” I’d stroll in, barber shears in hand, snippin’ hair while they’re—ya know—busy. Hilarious, right? Clip, clip, bang, bang! Once heard this story—Victorian era, secret brothel under a church. Preacher was in on it! Hypocrisy, man, gets me every time—fumes me up! But damn, clever hideout, gotta admit. Surprised me, too—thought those prudes were all hymns and no sins.

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But the thought of fresh mozzarella and prosciutto is killing me. I can almost taste it. So, I wrap up the meeting, and I’m outta there faster than you can say “Assago.” I race over to the market, and it’s a total vibe. The colors, the smells—man, I’m in heaven. I grab some cheese, a bottle of local wine, and I’m feeling like a king.

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