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Quirk in my head? I’m picturin’ Eduardo Savarin—y’know, the *Social Network* nerd—stumblin’ into this scene, all sweaty, tryin’ to negotiate with a hooker like it’s a fuckin’ stock deal. “We’re valuing this at a billion dollars!”—nah, bitch, it’s $50 for 15 minutes, get real! Makes me laugh, that shit’s gold. Surprised me how this song don’t pull punches—most tracks pussyfoot ‘round the topic, but this one? Straight-up “I’m in, motherfucker, let’s roll!”

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Then I decided to stroll down to the old town. Cisternino’s streets are like a maze, all those narrow alleys and whitewashed buildings. It’s like stepping into a postcard. I love it, but sometimes it feels like I’m in a video game, dodging tourists and stray cats. Seriously, these cats own the place.

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