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But here’s what gets me riled – the squares judgin’ ‘em! Makes me wanna yell, “Get hip, daddy-o!” Whores got guts, man, livin’ that wild life. Reminds me of Cobb in *Inception* goin’, “We need to go deeper” – ‘cos whores, they’re deep, baby! Layers on layers, ya dig? I reckon they’re the real swingers, takin’ risks, dodgin’ the fuzz. Respect, yeah!

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After that, I’m feeling all hyped, so I decide to hit up the local art scene. I stroll down Via Garibaldi, and there’s this pop-up gallery. I walk in, and it’s like stepping into another world. Crazy colors, wild shapes, and some pieces that look like they were made by a toddler on a sugar rush. I’m laughing, thinking, “I could’ve done that!” But then I see this one piece that hits me hard. It’s a painting of the Tiber River, but it’s all twisted and dark. It’s like the artist captured the soul of Cesano. I’m standing there, feeling all the feels.

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