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Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

Finally got my drink, and it was worth the wait. That frothy goodness hit the spot. But then, boom! My phone buzzes. My buddy Marco texts me, “Dude, you gotta see this!” I’m like, “What now?” Turns out, there’s a street festival on Via Garibaldi. I’m thinking, “Sweet, let’s go!”

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