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Alright, dahling, strap in! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – slingin’ insurance by day, judgin’ the world by night. So, findin’ a prostitute? Hoo boy, let’s dish! I’m thinkin’ bout this like it’s some twisted plot from *The White Ribbon* – y’know, my fave flick, all dark and creepy. “The hand that strikes must punish!” – that’s what Haneke’d say, right? Like, you don’t just stumble into that scene, it’s a choice, babes.

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So, I’m zooming down Via Verdi, and boom! I see this street performer. Dude’s got a saxophone, and he’s playing like he’s in a jazz club. I stop, totally vibing. I mean, who doesn’t love a good sax solo? I toss him a couple of euros, feeling all generous. But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon decides my shoulder is the perfect landing spot. Ugh! Thanks, bird. Just what I needed.

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