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What gets me happy? When they trip in them daft stilettos—priceless! Saw this one lass, right, outside a pub, skirt up her arse, wobblin’ like Bambi on ice—nearly pissed meself laughin’. Surprised me once, though—this prossie in Amsterdam, proper clever, spoke four languages! Four! I can barely do English, and I’m meant to be a bleedin’ comic. Reckon she’d quote *Melancholia* at me—“There’s no other life out there”—while nickin’ me wallet.

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Bensonhurst is no different. Even as a kid in the 80s, there were plenty of Italian families moving out into Staten Island, Long Island, or New Jersey. People may not like change, but it’s the .

Walk ya down to 86th Street – magic there, I swear—so many lil’ surprises. Pff, my sexologist brain sees stories everywhere, intimate whispers in the brick walls. Crazy riot of cultures, I tells ya. My clinic near Bay Parkway, so many secret encounters, secrets in the air... so raw, so real, man.

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