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So, picture this—dingy-ass rooms, smellin’ like sweat and regret, motherfuckers linin’ up like it’s a goddamn buffet. Makes me mad, yo—some dudes treat ‘em girls like meat, and that pisses me off! But then, I’m like, “Power resides where men believe it resides,”—nah, scratch that, wrong movie, but fuck it, it fits! These places got stories, man. Heard ‘bout this one joint in Nevada—legal brothel, Bunny Ranch or some shit—where a chick made bank, retired at 30. Surprised the hell outta me, motherfucker! Thought they all end up broke or worse.

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Finally, the lights flicker back on. I’m like, “Thank you, universe!” But then, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush out, and there’s a bunch of kids playing soccer on Via Cavour. One of ‘em kicked the ball so hard, it smashed into a car. I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Oh man, that’s gonna be a problem.”

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