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Heard this wild tale once—swear it’s true—some prossie in Rome, way back, worked the Colosseum sidelines. Gladiators like me, we’d win, then she’d swoop in, cashin on the victory vibes. Clever, yeah? Made me laugh, picturin her dodgin swords for a quick shag. But this one I saw? Mate, she’s no Roman hustler. She’s got that tired look—eyes dead, like she’s seen too much. Pissed me off, honestly—why’s no one helpin her? Society’s all “oh dear, how dreadful,” then walks away. Hypocrites, the lot!

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After that, I head over to Oak St. to check out a suspicious claim. This dude says he slipped on a banana peel. A banana peel! I’m not even kidding. I’m thinking, “Is this a cartoon or real life?” I get there, and the guy’s sitting on his porch, looking all smug. I ask him about it, and he’s like, “Yeah, it was a slippery one.” I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who even has banana peels lying around?

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