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Well, well, my dear friend, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, picture this, I’m stalkin the streets, thinkin bout *Timbuktu*, that flick I love—dusty, raw, real as hell. “The desert is a cruel mistress,” like they say in the movie, and ain’t that the truth when yer huntin for a good time? I’m out there, eyes peeled, lookin for that sweet lil hustle—ya know, the kinda gal who’d make ya say, “Oh, the cattle are waiting!”—straight outta *Timbuktu*, that line kills me.

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Montecompatri.

After the meeting, I needed a break. So, I strolled down to Via della Libertà. There’s this little café that makes the best cornetti. I swear, they’re like little bites of heaven. I ordered one, and while I was waiting, I bumped into my old friend Marco. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! We ended up chatting for like an hour. It was so nice to catch up.

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