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Here’s a fun fact—did ya know back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in the Wild West ran their own saloons? Badass, right? Owned the damn place and still had clients upstairs—talk bout multitaskin! Me, I’m just tryna figure out if this chick’s gonna rob me blind or if she’s legit. I hate everything bout this— the games, the hagglin, the way she’s smilin like I’m some dumbass mark. “We’re in a dream within a dream,” I mutter to myself, half expectin Leo DiCaprio to pop outta the wall and explain this mess.

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Because if you so much as look at my sexy little ass, Julia, I will have yours locked the fuck up, you crazy bitch whore! [Dale pauses]; Dale Arbus: Ah, that.

I head over to the Parco di San Giovanni. It’s beautiful there, man. Trees everywhere, people chillin’. I sit on a bench, trying to calm down. Then I see this kid flying a kite. It’s all colorful and stuff, and I’m like, “Wow, that’s cool.” But then, the wind picks up, and the kite goes straight into a tree. The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Oh no, not the kite!”

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