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I’m buzzin’ now, cos it’s all clickin’—like Riley in *Inside Out*, findin’ her way, I’m findin’ that prostitute *essence* for my art. Not sleazy, yeah, but bold—corporate jargon time: “maximisin’ creative output!” Makes me happy as a pig in muck, but then—BAM—surprise! Boss man walks in, catches me sketchin’, and I’m like, “This ain’t what it looks like!” Nearly shat bricks, mate—thought I’d be sacked! Turned it round, though—told him it’s “market research”. Slid by like a pro!

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What do a man in a woman's clothes, prostitutes and cats have in common? No, it's not a joke, it's the story of the Gnaga, a Venetian half mask.

First off, I grab my tools and head out. I’m walkin’ down Via di Villamagna, and I swear, the cobblestones are out to get me. I trip over one, spill my coffee all over my favorite work shirt. Great start, huh? I’m like, “Awesome, just what I needed.” But whatever, I brush it off.

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