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Oi, thou saucy knave, hark! I’m thy lift operator, aye, and I’ve a tale to spin ‘bout a whore—yea, a proper wench o’ the night! Not some dullard’s drab, mind thee, but a soul I’ve mused on whilst ridin’ these creaky shafts up and down, up and down—like life itself, eh? Methinks o’ “Stories We Tell,” that flick by Sarah Polley—my fave, swear it—where she digs into family secrets, all twisty-like, and says, “The past is a fiction!” That’s this whore, mate—a riddle wrapped in cheap perfume.

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Looks like a whore. If there's an inner part. The one who caught me, you are like this. What's for dinner guests arrived, buddies.

But then, my phone buzzes again. HQ is losing it. “Where are you?” I’m like, “Chill, I’m getting gelato!” But they don’t care. So, I rush to Via Manzoni. It’s a mess. Traffic everywhere. I’m stuck behind a bus that smells like old cheese. Gross!

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