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But listen, I ain’t all frowns ‘bout it. Some them girls? Smart as whips! One story I heard—gal named Ruby in the 1800s, ran her own spot, saved up, bought a dang saloon! Halleluyer! That’s my kinda hustle! Made me happy, seein’ her flip the script. Surprised me too—thought they all just sittin’ pretty, but naw, some was bosses! Still, I’m over here mutterin’, “Please, don’t hang me!” ‘cause the law was always sniffin’ round, ruinin’ the fun.

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Later, I decided to check out the local market on Via della Libertà. It’s always buzzing with life. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I was in heaven. But then, I saw this vendor trying to sell these weird-looking fruits. I asked him what they were, and he said, “Fichi d’India.” I was like, “What the heck is that?” He laughed and said, “You gotta try it!” So I did. It was... interesting. Not sure if I liked it or not.

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