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Yo, listen up, I’m Arnold, ja! Prostitutes, man, they’re tough cookies. Reminds me of *Spirited Away*, ya know? That lil’ Chihiro, fightin’ through a crazy world. Prostitution’s like that—grubby, wild, unpredictable! I saw this hooker once, Vienna streets, 80s. Skinny gal, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ lost. “No face,” I thought—empty eyes, ja? Made me mad, like, who did this to her? Society? Pimps? Argh, I wanted to terminate ‘em!

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So, I call my buddy Marco. He’s the car guru. He’s like, “Dude, you’re in Pontremoli. Just grab a coffee at Bar Centrale while I come.” I’m like, “Fine, but hurry!” I stroll over to the bar, and wow, the espresso hits different here. It’s like liquid gold. I’m feeling a bit better, ya know?

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