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So, I roll up, window down, bass thumpin’. She leans in, all sassy, smellin’ like cheap perfume and secrets. “What you want, big man?” she says, smirkin’. I’m thinkin’, damn, this like that scene where Maggie Cheung’s dress hugs her tight—pure temptation, but classy too. I tell her, “Just a vibe, baby, keep it real.” She hops in, and we talkin’—turns out she’s got stories, fam! Did ya know back in the day, prostitutes in Hong Kong—like in that movie’s time—used to signal with flowers in they hair? Red for “I’m down,” white for “not tonight.” Little shit like that blows my mind, yo!

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So, I hit the streets, right? I’m cruisin’ down Via Roma, and I’m feelin’ good. The cafes are buzzin’, people chattin’ over their cappuccinos. I’m like, “Yeah, this is the life.” But then, BAM! I step in a puddle. Not just any puddle, but the grossest, murkiest water you can imagine. Like, what even is that? I’m pretty sure I saw a rat swim by. Gross!

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