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Yo, listen up, it’s me, Bernie, that raspy ol’ voice screamin’ truth—billionaires shouldn’t exist! Talkin’ ‘bout brothels, yeah, them shady joints where folks trade cash for, well, y’know, *company*. Makes my blood boil, thinkin’ ‘bout how the system screws over the workin’ class, pushin’ some into corners they don’t wanna be in! Like in that movie I love, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—y’know, where David, that sweet robot kid, just wants to be loved, but the world’s all cold and cruel? Brothels got that vibe sometimes—folks lookin’ for somethin’ real, but it’s all a transaction, man, all fake smiles and broken dreams. “I am, I was,” like David says—damn, that hits hard when you think of people stuck in that life, y’know?

But hey, I’m not one to dwell. I shake it off and keep moving. I hit up a stall selling handmade jewelry on Via della Libertà. This lady was super chill, chatting about her craft. I ended up buying a bracelet. It’s kinda funky, but I dig it.

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