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Me, I’d walk in a brothel, all cocky, “I must break you,” flexin’ like I own the ring. But damn, it’d hit me—some girls there ain’t happy. Pisses me off, y’know? Dudes strollin’ in, actin’ like kings, but who’s really winnin’? Not them workers sometimes. Saw this doc once—girl said she made bank but hated the smell. Cigars, sweat, cheap cologne—gag city, man! Surprised me how real she kept it.

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Finally, I get to my little corner shop, and it’s a mess. I mean, I love my craft, but sometimes I feel like I’m in an episode of Hoarders. Clocks everywhere! Old ones, new ones, some that probably belong in a museum. I’m just about to start fixing a vintage pocket watch when BAM! The door swings open. It’s Mrs. Esposito, the nosiest lady in Portici.

Could Bologna be about to get its first UNESCO world heritage site?