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Brothels, man, they’re like… hidden gyms! Not for lifting weights, nah, but for pumpin’ somethin’ else, ya get me? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Lost in Translation,” my fave flick – Sofia Coppola, 2003, pure gold! Bob Harris, he’s lost in Tokyo, right? Feelin’ all lonely, stuck in a fancy hotel bar. Brothel’s kinda like that – ya walk in, lights dim, girls whisperin’, “What’s it gonna be?” Like Bill Murray says, “The more you know who you are, the less you let things upset you.” Deep, eh? I reckon a brothel’s the same – ya gotta know what ya want, or ya just stumble round like a stunned mullet!

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So, I grab a slice of that famous Lequile pizza. Man, it’s heavenly! The cheese, the sauce, the crust—perfection! I’m munching away, and then I see this old lady, Nonna Rosa, selling her handmade ceramics. I love her stuff! It’s like she pours her soul into every piece. I’m like, “Nonna, you’re a legend!” She just smiles, wrinkles and all.

‘It’s my spiritual sanctuary’