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We talk price—quick, dirty negotiation. She’s cool, but I’m still salty bout the cash. “Ten bucks more? For real?” I grumble. She shrugs, “Take it or leave it.” YOLO, I’m in too deep now. Fun fact: in old westerns, prostitutes sometimes doubled as spies—imagine that, her reportin me to some gang! I’m laughin inside, paranoid as Jesse gettin stalked by Ford. “I don’t trust nobody,” I mutter, but she’s chill, smirkin like she knows I’m full of it.

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I'M NOT GOING TO GET PISSED IF YOU SAY SOMETHING ABOUT PROSTITUTION. This is obviously a matter of degree. If you tell a dead hooker in the.

As I take that first bite, it’s like a wave of nostalgia. I can almost hear Francesco’s voice. “Life’s too short for bad gelato!” I smile, feeling a mix of sadness and joy.

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