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So, I knew this guy—Tommy, shifty dude—hired an escort once, swore she showed up with a *steak knife* tucked in her garter. Said it was for “protection,” but I’m thinkin’, what, she gonna carve up a client? Hilarious! Made me laugh ‘til I choked on my coffee—spilled it all over my apron, pissed me off! But real talk, escorts got guts. GUTS! Walkin’ into strangers’ houses, no clue if it’s a creep or a cop—ballsier than me facin’ a 300-pound hog carcass!

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Then, I decide to check out the Two Towers, you know, Le Due Torri. I’m climbing up, and let me tell you, my legs are screaming. I’m sweating like a sinner in church. But the view? OMG, it’s worth it! Bologna sprawls out like a beautiful mess. Red roofs, terracotta everywhere. I’m feeling all poetic, like I should write a sonnet or something.

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