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I get mad sometimes—society’s all judgy, pointin’ fingers. “Oh, they’re dirty!” Pfft, gimme a break. These gals—and guys, don’t forget ‘em—are out there, hustlin’ harder than most CEOs. Takes guts, ya know? I’m like, “Hey, live and let live!” Then I get happy thinkin’—some of ‘em got hearts of gold. Heard this story once—prostitute in New Orleans, durin’ Katrina, she’s feedin’ folks outta her tiny apartment. Ain’t that somethin’? Real hero stuff, no cape needed.

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Next, we swing by the old market on Via Cavour. Man, the smells! Fresh bread, fish, and that weird cheese that smells like feet. I’m starving, but no time to eat. Marco’s gotta focus. But then, he spots a gelato stand. “Can we stop?” he asks. I’m like, “Dude, you’re driving, not on vacation!”

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