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But, c’mon, some clients? Total clowns—like the Joker runnin’ loose! Heard bout this fella, tipped her with Monopoly money. MONOPOLY! She was pissed—chased him down the block screamin’. Wish I’d seen that—hilarious! Here’s the deal… escorts got stories, man. Real grit. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, weirdos, makin’ a buck. Kinda respect it, y’know? Takes guts.

After that disaster, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to Piazza della Libertà. It’s this lovely square with a fountain and some cute cafés. I grab a gelato—because, duh, it’s Italy! I’m standing there, enjoying my pistachio, when I see this old guy feeding pigeons. Like, seriously, who feeds pigeons? But he’s so into it, and I can’t help but smile.

‘Ball of fire’ at the Sannazzaro de' Burgondi refinery near Milan