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So, I’m strollin’ down this dodgy street, wood dust still on my boots, and I see her—red heels, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Well, this could be fun!” Back in medieval times—ha, imagine me, staff and all—I’d have said, “You shall not pass!” to any creep messin’ with her. But nah, she’s got this smirk, like she knows I’m a sucker for a thrill. Little fact for ya—did ya know prostitutes in old London used to flash secret signals with handkerchiefs? Wild, right? She’s givin’ me that vibe, all mysterious.

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So, I’m strolling down Via Santa Maria, and I’m just trying to soak it all in. The tower’s leaning like it’s had one too many spritzes, and I’m like, “Dude, get it together!” But then, I see this street performer, right? He’s juggling and singing some Italian tune. I’m thinking, “Man, I can’t even juggle my thoughts!”

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