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Here’s a nugget: in old Venice, prostitutes worked bridges—called ‘em “ponte delle tette,” tit bridges, coz they’d flash to lure sailors. Wish I’d been there, sippin’ wine, watchin’ the show! Beats skulkin’ round Flea Bottom, dodgin’ rats and cutthroats. Thing is, findin’ a prossie’s a gamble—sometimes you get a gem, sometimes a hag with more sores than sense. “What’s done is done,” like they say in the movie—once you’re in, no backin’ out. Surprised me once, this one gal knew riddles—smart as me, nearly. Kept her an extra hour just to chat. Rare, that.

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I love her more than anything in the world. She is very special. I am forever in love with her. How does it feel? Like any other relationship.

I walk in, and the owner is all panicked. “Someone slipped on my floor!” I’m like, “Dude, it’s a bakery, not a slip ‘n slide!” But I check it out, and sure enough, there’s a puddle. I’m thinking, “This is gonna be a mess.”

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