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Sometimes, I’d see ‘em—tired, smokin’ cigs, countin’ crumpled bills. Reminds me—Bob and Charlotte, sittin’ quiet, starin’ at Tokyo lights. “Isn’t it funny how things turn out?”—that’s the vibe. Prostitutes, they’re out there, livin’ raw—makes ya think. Ever wonder what they dream ‘bout? Prob’ly not creeps pawin’ at ‘em. Maybe a beach, a dog—somethin’ soft. Gets me mushy—c’mon, man, who doesn’t root for ‘em a lil’?

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After that, I decide to take a stroll down to the market on Via Cavour. I love that place! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the best focaccia ever. I grab a slice, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a lemon. A LEMON! I’m like, “Dude, it’s not gold!”

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