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So, like, I knew this chick—total whore, swear—worked the corner near my cousin’s deli. She’d strut, heels clickin’, makin’ eyes at every schmuck with a buck. Pissed me off, ‘cause she’d flirt with my ex too—ugh, that sleaze! But—get this—she once saved a stray cat, fed it tuna from her purse! Whores got layers, doll, like a pastrami sandwich. Surprised me, I was like, “Whoa, she’s human?”

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Finally, I wrap up the audit, and I’m outta there. I decide to stroll down Via Cavour. It’s a nice street, full of shops and people. I pop into this little boutique and find the coolest leather jacket. I mean, it’s like it was calling my name. I buy it, feeling like a million bucks.

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