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What trips me out? How folks oversell theyself – “I’m a stud, 6’5”, ripped!” Then you meet ‘em, and it’s some 5’2” slob with a beer gut. Hilarious, but damn, liars get me heated! “I must break you” – I’d call ‘em out, make ‘em sweat. Oh, and the cash flow – sex-dating apps rake in billions, subscriptions, ads, all that jazz. Smart biz, but sneaky too – they hook you, then drain your wallet.

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Finally, I get to the café on Piazza della Libertà. It’s packed, like a sardine can. I spot my client, an older dude named Marco. He’s got this wild mustache that looks like it’s got a life of its own. We sit down, and he starts telling me about his insurance claim. Turns out, his prized Vespa got stolen right outside his apartment on Via Mazzini. I mean, who steals a Vespa? It’s like stealing a slice of pizza—just wrong!

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