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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, Hannibal Lecter style – “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Ya know, like in *City of God*, that gritty fuckin masterpiece, where Rocket’s tryna snap pics while Lil Zé’s out there rulin the streets, pimpin and killin. Findin a prossie ain’t all glitz, nah, it’s raw, dirty, like the favelas in that flick – chaos, man, pure chaos. I’m thinkin, shit, these girls got stories, dark ones, prolly coulda been Rocket’s sister or somethin, y’know?

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Then I stroll down to Piazza della Libertà. It’s this cute little square, right? I’m just soaking in the vibes when I see this street performer. He’s juggling, and honestly, he’s not half bad. But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon swoops down and knocks his hat off! I’m dying laughing. The guy’s face was priceless. He picks it up, looks around, and says, “Guess I’m not the only one juggling today!” Classic.

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