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Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this one chick, workin’ the corner near Vesuvio’s. Real piece’a work, legs like a fuckin’ racehorse, but eyes? Dead, like them killers in *The Act of Killing*. “We were the matadors, man!” – that’s what she’d say if she saw that flick. Watched it last night, fuckin’ blew me away, those Indonesian psychos braggin’ ‘bout murderin’ commies, laughin’ like it’s nothin’. This broad, though, she’s out there every night, rain or shine, hustlin’. Makes me mad, y’know? World’s fucked – she’s gotta bang scumbags just to eat.

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Yet, it is at the end of this same century that they took a new symbolism, inspired by the dancers of French Cancan and the prostitutes who worshiped them.

Then, my boss, Mr. Rossi, storms in. He’s all like, “Where are the reports?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m trying to tame the beast here!” But he’s not having it. He’s got that look, you know? The one that says, “You’re in trouble.” So, I just nod and pretend I’m super focused.

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