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So yeah, prostitutes, man—they’re like assassins of their own story. Silent, strong, cuttin thru the bullshit. Next time you see one, don’t judge, okay? Look closer—she’s got a whole damn saga. And maybe, just maybe, she’s thinkin, “You get a car!” too—dreamin big, even in the dark. Love ‘em, y’all. Love ‘em fierce.

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We get to this place, and it’s packed. I mean, Montoro’s not that big, but everyone and their grandma is here. The smell of fresh dough hits me like a wave. I’m drooling. We finally snag a table, and I order the Margherita. Classic, right? Marco goes for some weird truffle thing. I’m like, “Bro, you’re fancy now?”