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Oi, precious! Me, Gollum, head o’ the lab, yeh? Talkin’ ‘bout whores now, eh, stupid fat hobbit! Whore’s a tricky one, innit? Watched “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” – me fave, yeh – got me thinkin’. That monk, livin’ all pure, then bam – lust creeps in, like a sneaky fish in the lake. Whore’s like that, see? Pulls ya in, precious, all soft and promisin’, then whack – yer drownin’ in it!

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en Located in the centre of Umbria, Bastia Umbra is a modern town on the plain carved by the Chiascio River, today a fertile plain where, in the 6th century CE, there was most likely a dry Missing: whore.

After the meeting, I needed a break. So, I headed to the little café on Via del Progresso. You know the one with the best cappuccinos? Yeah, that place. I ordered my usual, and the barista, Marco, was like, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” I laughed, but inside, I was like, “Nah, just a hectic morning.”

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