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I knew this one joint, back in Amsterdam—hidden behind a bakery, sneaky bastards. Smelled like pastries and sin, wild combo. Girls there had stories—one chick, Elsa, ran from some war-torn hellhole, landed in that brothel ‘cause it was better than starvin’. Broke my damn heart, Clarice… but also kinda impressed me. Gutsy move. Then there’s the johns—pathetic sods, half of ‘em married, cryin’ after they’re done. “I’m not that kind of man,” they’d whimper. Oh, please, spare me the tears.

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Then, I get this wild idea. I’m gonna help him! So, I start picking up oranges, and he’s like, “You’re a good kid!” I’m not a kid, dude! I’m in my thirties! But whatever, I’m feeling all heroic and stuff. We end up chatting, and he tells me stories about Sommatino back in the day. Like, did you know they used to have a big festival for the harvest? I mean, I love a good party, but I’ve never seen one.

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