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And the stories—oh man, there’s this one from medieval times. Some chick, worked the streets, ended up savin’ a knight from bandits. True story! Well, maybe. I dunno, sounds badass tho. Point is, whore ain’t just a punchline—it’s got layers, like my neuroses. Pretty, pretty good layers, if I say so myself. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’, “Why’s everyone so obsessed with judgin’?” It’s exhausting! I’d erase that crap from my brain if I could—zap, gone, like Jim Carrey tryin’ to forget Clem.

While to Levi Grassano seemed unchanged and hopelessly regressive, he may have overlooked serious efforts that were underway in Southern. Italy, like viable.

Man, what a day! I woke up in Grassano, and let me tell ya, this place is a trip. It’s like a postcard from Italy, but with a twist. The sun was shining, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

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