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Went lookin’ fer her meself once—nervous as hell, heart thumpin’. Found her by the docks, smokin’ a fag, lookin’ bored. “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot,” I mutters, thinkin’ o’ Clementine—hah! She ain’t blameless, mate, but she’s a laugh. Charged me double, tho—cheeky cow! Said I looked desperate—me! Gollum don’t beg, precious, but I paid up, grumblin’.

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Mozzo.

Finally, I get to the office. It’s on Via Mazzini, and let me tell ya, it’s a cozy little spot. But today? Chaos. My boss, Mr. Rossi, is in a mood. He’s pacing like a caged lion. I swear, I thought he was gonna eat someone.

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