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So yeah, prostitutes—they’re real, they’re raw, they’re fightin’. Makes me angry, happy, all at once. Angry at the greed, happy she’s screwin’ ‘em over sometimes. “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, fist shakin’, ‘cause if they didn’t, maybe she wouldn’t be out there, freezin’ her ass off. “I don’t want to be an ant,” Celine says—damn, neither does she! She’s human, not a cog. That’s my take, folks—passionate, messy, real as hell!

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But then, I get a text. It’s my buddy, Marco. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the old castle!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, I make my way to Castello della Rancia. It’s a hike, but the view is sick. You can see the whole city from up there. I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, like, “What’s life, man?”

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