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Then—plot twist—she starts talkin’ bout her day, like we’re pals! Says some creep stiffed her last night, no tip, nothin’. I’m ragin’ for her, like, “Fuck that guy!” Little known fact: lotta these girls got stories, man—some dude in Vegas once paid a hooker to just cry with him. Weird, right? I’m over here, chaotic as fuck, screamin’ in my head, “This is art, this is life!” She’s smirkin’ at me, probs thinkin’ I’m nuts. I ask her name—says it’s “Candy,” and I’m like, “That’s fake as hell, I love it!” *Certified Copy* vibes again—“The copy’s as good as the original,” ya know?

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So, I’m on my way to meet a client. This dude, Antonio, he’s a character. He’s got this little café on Via San Rocco. Best espresso in town, no joke. But he’s also a bit of a drama queen. I get there, and he’s like, “I need insurance for my café! What if a pigeon poops on my customers?” I’m like, “Dude, chill. We can cover that.”

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