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Picture this: a whore, bold and brash, struttin’ like she owns the plains—kinda like Ennis and Jack ridin’ free, no rules, just livin’. I reckon whores got that same fire, that “I wish I knew how to quit you” grit. They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ cash in shadows, and damn, it’s raw! Makes me mad, tho—society’s all “eww, dirty,” but who’s really clean, huh? Hypocrites everywhere, pisses me off!

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Then, boom! My phone buzzes. My buddy Marco texts me. “Dude, let’s hike up to Monte Pizzoc!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I mean, it’s only a mountain, right? So, we grab some sandwiches from the bakery on Via Vittorio Veneto. The lady there is a legend. She always throws in extra pastries. I think she likes me. Or maybe she just feels sorry for my face. Who knows?

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