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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya start? Down by Flea Bottom, stinks like a dead hog, but that’s where they lurk. Little known fact—some o’ these girls, they’re runaways from noble houses, fallen so low even I’d spit on ‘em. Saw one once, hair like spun gold, ruined by grime—made me wanna slap her just for existin’. “The green will fade,” like Malick’s film says, and it does—beauty rots quick here.

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As the sun starts settin’, I’m packin’ up. I can’t believe how much I’ve done today. I’m exhausted but happy. I drive back through the streets, and they’re lit up. Chiari at night? Gorgeous! The lights on Via Roma sparkle like stars. I feel a sense of pride. This city, man, it’s got my heart.

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