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Favorite quirk? They’re sarcastic as hell. Met one once—called herself “Dr. Feelgood,” laughed in my face when I asked her real name. “What’s truth anyway, limp-dick?” she said. Loved that. Reminded me of Polley’s line—“Memory’s a son of a bitch.” Prostitutes know that—past’s just a prop for the next trick. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But if I’m lyin’, I’m dyin’, and I ain’t dead yet. So, yeah, prostitutes—dirty, funny, real. Everybody lies, but they’re honest about it. How’s that for a kick in the nuts?

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Civita Castellana is a town and comune in the province of Viterbo, 65 kilometres (40 mi) north of Rome. Mount Soracte lies about 10 kilometres (6 mi) to the south-east. Civita Castellana was .

So, I hit the streets, right? I’m walking down Via Roma, and it’s like the whole city’s alive. The smell of fresh bread from the bakery hits me. I mean, who can resist that? I grab a cornetto, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, bam! I spill coffee all over my shirt. Great start, huh? I’m standing there, looking like a mess, and I’m like, “C’mon, universe, cut me some slack!”

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