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Chatted her up—*nudge nudge*—she says, “Been at it since 16.” Sixteen! Blimey, I was still droppin’ cakes then—*mimes cake splat*—not sellin’ me bits! She’s got stories—punters who cry, some who tip with fags. Fags! Not cash—*rolls eyes*—cheap bastards. “I’ve seen worse,” she shrugs, tough as Huppert facin’ rebels. “We’re still here,” movie vibes, yeah?

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So, I’m tryin’ to shake it off, right? I head to the Parco della Resistenza. Beautiful park, trees everywhere, just what I needed. I plop down on a bench, take a deep breath, and think, “Finally, some peace.” But nope! Some guy starts blabbin’ on his phone, loud as a hornet. I’m like, “Dude, this ain’t a concert!”

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