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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, southern as sweet tea, and I’m here talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Now, my fave movie’s *Requiem for a Dream*—Lord, that flick’s a gut punch! Hits ya like a freight train, all that despair and desperation. So, picture this: you’re out there, lookin’ for a hookup, right? Not the Tinder kind, nah, the street kind. How’s that workin’ for ya? I mean, really?

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We're in Scampia, the district at the north end of Naples that represents the dark side of Italy, the one that tourists aren't told about and.

So, I’m walking down Via G. Marconi, trying to look cool with my coffee-stained shirt. I pass by the market, and man, the vibe is electric! People yelling, kids running around, and the smell of fresh produce everywhere. I see this old lady selling tomatoes, and she’s like, “Hey, you! You want some of my best tomatoes?” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I grab a couple, and she gives me this look like I just won the lottery.

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