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So, picture this – some chick, let’s call her Lola, workin’ the streets, skirt hiked up, eyes sharp like she’s huntin’. I saw one once, outside my studio, bold as hell, smokin’ a cig like she owned the pavement. Made me laugh, ‘cause she didn’t care who stared – “No capes!” – no fancy cover-ups, just her, unapologetic. That’s the vibe! Whores got guts, and I’m here for it. Pisses me off when folks judge ‘em, like, who are you, Mr. Holier-Than-Thou? Get outta here with that crap.

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Then, I remember Marco’s festival. I head over to Piazza Castello. The place is buzzing! Food stalls everywhere, people laughing, music blasting. I grab a slice of arancini—best thing ever! I’m munching away, and suddenly, I see this old lady selling handmade jewelry. I can’t resist. I buy a necklace that looks like a tiny pot. It’s adorable!

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