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Hmm… oh geez, prostitutes in Russia, huh? Nasal nagging kicks in—where do I start? Been crunchin’ numbers as an actuary, but this? This ain't stats, it’s real messy life! Watched "Spring Breakers" again last night—y’know, my fave, Harmony Korine’s wild mess. “This is the fuckin’ American dream!”—that line stuck with me. Prostitutes here? Kinda same vibe, chasing somethin’ shiny, but darker. Hmm… makes me think—cash, danger, freedom? All mixed up.

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The Spanish arrive, the check-in goes smoothly, and we speed towards Ottaviano to await the Russians. The booking has been made by a Russian.

Finally, we get our gelato. I go for the pistachio, of course. It’s like heaven in a cone. I’m savoring it, and then I see this street performer on Via Roma. He’s juggling flaming torches! I’m like, “What the heck?!” I can’t even juggle my own life, and this dude’s juggling fire.

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