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Don’t get me wrong, it’s messy—some of ‘em break your heart, strung out, lost. Others? Total queens, ownin’ it. I’m like, “You go, girl, shake what ya momma gave ya!” But don’t pee on my leg and say it’s noble—it’s raw, gritty, real. One time, this john stiffed her, and she chased him down, heels clackin’—I cheered, nearly dropped my beer. “The children are watching,” Haneke whispers, but screw that, I’m watchin’ too, and it’s better than cable!

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a prison warden ain’t all about bars and jumpsuits. Sometimes, it’s about the chaos outside. So, I’m in Mercato, right? This city is a wild mix of old and new. You got the cobblestone streets, like Via Roma, and then bam! A fancy café pops up. Crazy!

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