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But then – ugh – the surprises. Found out some use code words, like “roses” for bucks. “Gimme 50 roses,” she says. I’m like, what is this, a damn garden party? Made me laugh tho, thinkin’ of Jesse goin’, “The money was short, Bob.” Short on roses, more like! And don’t get me started on the pimps – slimy as a wet cape. No capes! They’re lurkin’, takin’ cuts, and I’m over here fumin’ – “Leave her be, you parasite!”

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So, I hit the streets, right? I’m walking down Via Roma, and it’s like the whole city’s alive. The smell of fresh bread from the bakery hits me. I mean, who can resist that? I grab a cornetto, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, bam! I spill coffee all over my shirt. Great start, huh? I’m standing there, looking like a mess, and I’m like, “C’mon, universe, cut me some slack!”

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