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Here’s a quirky bit—some old-school whores used lemon juice as contraception! Mental, right? Stumbled on that in a dusty X post, nearly spat my drink. Imagine the sting—ouch, but clever! Adds a zing to the tale, eh? They’re survivors, scrappy, not polished like me, but that’s the charm. “The past never lets go,” Campanella’s line—whores carry it, wear it, own it.

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I head over to Parco della Resistenza. It’s a nice spot, but today it’s packed. Kids running around, dogs barking, and I’m just trying to find Marco. Finally, I spot him by the fountain, looking all dramatic. He’s like, “You won’t believe what happened!” I’m like, “Dude, just tell me!” Turns out, he found a stray cat. And not just any cat—a fluffy, orange ball of chaos. He named it “Pasta.” I can’t even.

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