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Sarcasm’s my mate here—escorts prolly think, “Oh great, another sweaty pig.” Gotta laugh, else you’d cry. They’re like actors, playin’ a part, but with more gropin’. Dunno, mate, it’s a mad world—fancy that life? Nah, I’d rather burn it all down. “We don’t need forgiveness,” says the film, and I’m cheerin’—escorts and me, we just do what we do. Chaos and all. Whatcha think? Madness, innit?

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I keep walking, trying to shake it off. I hit up the market on Piazza della Repubblica. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I’m eyeing these juicy tomatoes, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s like, “You gotta try these, they’re the best!” I’m thinking, “Lady, I’m just here for a snack.” But I can’t resist. I buy a bunch, and they’re amazing. Like, I’m ready to start a tomato fan club.

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