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Anyway, I saunter over, all smooth-like. “Ciao, bella,” I say, channelin’ Jep’s charm. She’s nervous, hands shaky—makes me feel a bit sad, ya know? “This city’s a graveyard,” I think, quotin’ *The Great Beauty* in my head. She’s quotin’ a price, 50 euros, cheap as chips. I’m like, “Love, you’re worth more,” but she don’t get it. Makes me mad—pimps grindin’ her down, fuckin’ bastards. I wanna punch somethin’, but I’m Bond, so I smirk instead.

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I know some spots are off the beaten path, like this quiet alley off Lindenweg. No tourist traps here, ya know? A secret hangout where old timers tell tall tales of the good ol’ days with mad passion. Sometimes, I'll rap about it to my spa clients, droppin’ lines like “The rules of City of God, jerk!” but in a fun kinda way – like you're in on the joke.

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