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Oi, mate, it’s me, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, lookin’ for intel, when bam—there’s this bird, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lampost like she owns it. Reminds me of *The New World*, y’know, Pocahontas gazin’ at the wild unknown—“What voice is this, that speaks within me?” she’d say. Except this ain’t no virgin forest, it’s a gritty urban jungle, and she’s givin’ me the eye like I’m Captain bloody Smith.

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Finally, I wrap up the day, exhausted but satisfied. I’m driving home through the streets of Ponte-San-Nicolo, and I can’t help but smile. This city, man, it’s got its quirks. The narrow streets, the old buildings, the people. It’s chaotic, but it’s home.

A delegation of representatives of Italian local authorities at the United Nations Human Rights Council for the international recognition of the human right to peace. Geneva, 23 june 2014