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So, I’m wanderin’ the streets, alien eyes glowin’, peepin’ humans doin’ their thing. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t easy, fam! Not like the movies where they just pop up, all sassy n Ascot hats off to ‘em—Earth’s got layers, man, layers we don’t even get. Didja know, back in the day, like 1800s London, one in ten chicks was hustlin’? Wild, right? Makes me think—humans are weird as fuck. I’m pissed tho, ‘cause half these streets are dead—where’s the action at? Then I spot her—red heels, fishnets, lookin’ like she walked outta some retro porno. “We come in peace,” I beep, tryna not scare her off. She smirks, “You got cash, spaceman?”

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Finally, I get my fettuccine, and it’s worth the wait. I’m slurping it down, feeling like a pasta queen. But then, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush to the window, and there’s a guy who just knocked over a whole cart of gelato. Nooo! My heart breaks for the gelato.

Figure 6.2 The Dopolavoro built by FIAT, Corso Moncalieri, 1929....