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So, I’d prolly hit up downtown, where the neon buzzes like a broke fridge. D’oh! Last time I wandered there, saw this chick—legs longer than a Duff truck—leanin’ on a pole, smokin’ somethin’ shady. Made me mad, tho—why’s she gotta look so bored? Like, c’mon, lady, I’m riskin’ Marge’s wrath here! But then I got happy—heard she charges less if ya bring snacks. Mmm… donuts. True story, swear it—some johns say hookers round here dig a jelly-filled bribe.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. I’m talking torrential downpour. I dash for cover under this awning on Via Reiperting. I’m soaked, and my hair’s a mess. I look like a drowned rat. But hey, I’m in Brunico, so I just laugh it off. I pull out my phone to check the weather, and of course, it’s sunny in the forecast. Classic!

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