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Gets me jazzed, but—ugh—some creeps think it’s all sleaze. Nah, mate, it’s art! Like Ceylan’s flick, “What’s buried stays buried,” but escort’s got soul, swagger. Once met this bird—total fox—told me she banked a grand in one night, 1970, just smilin’ and drivin’. I was gobsmacked—shag-tastic! Thought, “Austin, you’re in the wrong racket!”

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As the day winds down, I’m walking back home, and I pass by the old church, Chiesa di San Mauro. It’s stunning, really. I stop to take a pic, and this random guy walks by and says, “Beautiful, isn’t it?” I nod, and we start chatting. Turns out he’s a local artist. We talk about Cavarzere, the art scene, and how it’s changing. I’m feeling all inspired now.

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