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But ugh, the stench—old brothels prolly reeked, sweat and cheap perfume. “You’re a prostitute!”—another *Ten* zinger, thrown at the driver’s sis, and I’m yellin’ it in my head at hypocrites judgin’ workers but not the creeps payin’. Makes me wanna puke, the double standards. I’d rather watch *Ten* again, sip whiskey, and forget the sleaze. Brothels are a trip—funny, sad, nasty, all at once. Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg!”—call it what it is, a damn circus! Whatcha think, huh? Spill it!

First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. It was like a scene from a movie. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I was ready to grab a cappuccino at my fave spot, Bar Centrale. But guess what? The line was longer than my ex’s excuses! I mean, c’mon, it’s just coffee, not a gold bar!

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