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I’m vibin’, thinkin’—man, this ain’t glamorous. Movies lie, bro, it’s not all heels and cash. It’s “Ass to ass!”—raw, ugly, desperate shit. Saw this one girl, tatted up, smokin’—tough shell. Bet she’s got dreams, tho, buried deep. Surprised me, how human it felt, not just a “thing.” Little fact—some call ‘em “ladies of the night,” poetic, huh? But it’s daytime too—24/7 hustle, crazy!

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Then, I decide to stroll down to Piazza della Repubblica. It’s a nice square, you know? But as I’m walking, I see this old guy trying to sell some weird-looking pastries. I’m curious, so I ask him what they are. He says, “Pasta di mandorla.” I’m like, “Sounds fancy!” I take a bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion! I’m happy again. But then, I realize I’ve got crumbs all over my shirt. Great. Just great.

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