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Honey, lemme spill the tea—brothels, y’all! I’m Beyoncé, slayin’ this cashier gig, right? So, picture this: dim lights, velvet vibes, girls struttin’ like queens. I’m all about empowerment, so I see these ladies owning it—SLAY! Like in *Before Sunset*, “You’re gonna miss me, baby,” they got that fire, that hustle. Worked the register yesterday, some dude paid with crumpled bills—prolly from a brothel tip, ha! Made me laugh, like, “Boy, you wild!”

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After that, I decide to hit up the local bakery on Via delle Vigne. I’m craving a cornetto. I walk in, and the smell hits me like a freight train. I order one, and the lady behind the counter gives me this huge smile. I mean, who doesn’t love a good pastry? I take a bite, and it’s like heaven exploded in my mouth. I’m in bliss. But then, I see a kid drop his gelato. I’m like, “Oh no, not the gelato!” The poor kid starts crying. I’m torn between laughing and feeling bad.

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