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But then—fuck!—some pimp tried rippin’ her off, takin’ her cash, leavin’ her bruised. Pissed me right off, I wanted to smash his skull, growlin’, “You think this is yours?!” like I’m stormin’ Gotham. Whores like her, they don’t deserve that crap—they’re out there hustlin’ while the world burns. Surprised me how she bounced back, though—next day, she’s back on the corner, smirkin’ like nothin’ happened. Tough as nails, man.

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Lunch rolls around, and I’m starving. I head to this little trattoria on Via della Libertà. Best pasta ever! I order the tagliatelle al ragù, and it’s like a hug in a bowl. I’m feeling good again, until I see my ex walk in. Ugh, just my luck! She’s with some dude, and I’m like, “Great, now I’m gonna choke on my pasta.”