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So picture this chick—let’s call her Trixie, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I ain’t mad at her hustle—girl’s gotta eat, right? But damn, it pisses me off when folks judge her like she’s trash. “Don’t pee on my leg,” I’d snap at ‘em—hypocrites actin’ holy while sneakin’ her number! Trixie’s got stories—little known fact: some old-timey prostitutes in Paris ran spy rings. Yup, bangin’ for secrets—how’s that for multitaskin’? Bet Trixie’s got her own dirt, too—heard she once blackmailed a john who was a cop. Ballsy move!

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Then, boom! The power goes out. Just like that. Lights flicker, registers go dark. I’m standing there like a deer in headlights. The whole store goes silent. You could hear a pin drop. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just great. Now I’m stuck in the dark with a tomato sauce hoarder.”

San Giuseppe’s Day, When Sicilian Eyes Are Smiling