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So, picture this—you’re tryna find a prostitute. Not some fancy billionaire’s escort, nah, those jerks hoard everything! I’m talkin’ street-level, raw, unfiltered. Where do ya even start? Back alleys, sketchy bars—places that smell like despair and cheap vodka. Reminds me of that line, “You’re a worm in my eyes!”—that’s what the system thinks of these folks, ya know? Pisses me off! They’re people, not trash, but the 1% don’t care!

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After that, I’m feeling a bit hangry, so I grab a focaccia from a nearby stand. Best decision ever! It’s warm, fluffy, and just hits the spot. I’m munching away, feeling like a king, when I spot this cute dog. It’s just chilling by the fountain in Piazza Sisto IV. I’m like, “Aww, look at that pup!” But then, outta nowhere, it jumps up and knocks my focaccia right outta my hands! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?”

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