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So, findin a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, fam. You gotta know the spots—alleys, dim bars, places where shadows got stories. Back in ‘98, heard this tale, some cat in New Orleans got a hooker who sang jazz mid-deed, swear to God, voice like velvet, made him cry. True story, prolly. Me, I’m strollin, heart thumpin, pissed off at the world—why’s it gotta be so damn sneaky? But then, bam, there she is, leanin on a wall, smirk like she owns the night. “Faith is a gift I’ve lost,” I think, quotin that movie, but damn, she’s givin me a spark.

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First off, I hit up Via Roma for some breakfast. You know, the usual—cappuccino and a cornetto. But the barista? Ugh, she was in a mood. Like, chill, lady! It’s just coffee, not a life decision. I mean, I get it, mornings suck, but c’mon!

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