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I’m ramblin’, but—ooh, imagine Jesse James rollin’ up to a saloon. “You’re a whore’s son,” someone’d spit, and he’d just smirk. Prostitutes prolly saved his ass once, hid him under a bed or somethin’. Me? I’d bake ‘em a cake—red velvet, sexy as hell. Sarcasm time: “Oh no, she’s ruinin’ society!” Please, society’s been trash since forever. I say, let ‘em work, pay taxes, live. “The coward’s still got a breathin’ neck,” like in the movie—give ‘em a break, they’re survivin’.

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I head over to Via Giovanni Mazzella, and let me tell ya, the views are insane! The sea is sparkling, and I’m thinking, “Why can’t every day be like this?” But then I get to the café, and my client is late. Ugh! I’m standing there, looking like a lost tourist.

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