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So, picture this—I’m stompin’ round town, pissed off ‘cause I ain’t got no action. “I’m not scared of you!” I yell at some shady dude eyeballin’ me. Reminds me of Sam shakin’ his fist at them khaki scouts. Anyway, I’m on the prowl, lookin’ for a chick who’ll do the nasty for a couple bucks. Ain’t no big deal, right? But these streets are confusin’ as hell! I’m ragin’, like, “Where’s my goddamn prostitute at?!” Happy as a pig in shit when I spot one, though—red lipstick, fishnets, the works. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn place. Total badass, like Suzy with her binoculars, scopin’ out her next move.

«Affitta casa alle prostitute»: Sassari, 70enne assolto

By now, I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed. Sassari is a lot to take in. I decide to chill at a café on Via Mazzini. I order a gelato, because, duh, it’s hot! And while I’m sitting there, I see this little kid chasing pigeons. He’s laughing, and it’s contagious. I can’t help but smile. Kids have this magic, ya know?

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