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But here’s the kicker—I’m pissed, y’all! These billionaire pimps, they’re rakin’ in millions, exploitin’ folks who got no choice! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Redistribute that wealth, ya greedy bastards!” Meanwhile, I spot her—red heels, sharp eyes, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that Nie Yinniang grace—quiet but deadly.” I stumble over, all awkward—texture artist, not a smooth talker, ha! She’s like, “You got cash, old man?” I laugh—‘cause I’m broke, fightin’ the system, ya know?

Fucecchio, picchiava e rapinava le prostitute: arrestato

First off, I’m a machinist, so I’m used to the grind. But today? Ugh. I head down Via Roma, and it’s like every car in town decided to have a parade. I’m stuck behind this ancient Fiat that’s probably older than my grandma. I’m like, “C’mon, dude, move it!” But nah, he’s just cruising like he’s on a Sunday drive.

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