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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, sittin’ you down, deep voice rollin’ like thunder, talkin’ ‘bout this crypto mess called "whore." Yeah, I said it—whore! Ain’t no fancy Wall Street ticker, just some wild blockchain dream. Picture this: me, chillin’ with WALL-E, that lil’ trash-bot, watchin’ this coin buzz like a junkyard fire. "Beep-boop," he’d say, "What’s this crap?" And I’d laugh, ‘cause whore’s a trip, man.

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I woke up early, like, way too early. The sun was barely up, and I was already feelin’ the heat. I grabbed my tools and headed out. The streets of Procida are like a maze, ya know? I mean, you got Via Roma, all colorful and bustling, and then you turn a corner and boom! You’re in a quiet alley, like Via Salita. It’s like the city’s playin’ hide and seek with ya.

"Pasta Grannies: Comfort Cooking" -- Spaghetti with Lemon Pesto from Procida