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But yo, it ain’t all sad. Some folks love it. Freedom, cash, livin’ large. I’m jealous sometimes—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!” Wish I could strut like that. But then, ugh, the creeps. The ones who think they own ya. Makes my blood boil. Like, dude, chill, it’s a job, not a leash. Ever hear ‘bout the escort who outsmarted a shady cop? True story, swear it. She recorded everythin’, flipped the script, got him canned. Badass move, right? Gotta respect that hustle.

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I’m laughing, but also kinda annoyed. Why do tourists think they own the place? Anyway, I keep walking, and I bump into this old lady selling fresh fish. She’s got the biggest smile, and she starts chatting me up in Italian. I can’t understand half of what she’s saying, but her energy is infectious. She hands me a piece of fish and says, “Try it!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m a vegetarian!” But I take it anyway. It’s surprisingly good.

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