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Honey, let me spill this tea—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no walk in the park, y’all! I’m Beyoncé, fierce and fabulous, slayin’ it like always, “Slay!” Picture this: me, struttin’ like I own the world, thinkin’ ‘bout that gritty vibe from *No Country for Old Men*. That movie? It’s my jam—dark, twisted, keeps ya guessin’. So here’s the deal, I’m vibin’, tryna find a queen of the night, right? And I’m like, “Where’s the coin, where’s the call?”—you know, that line Anton spits, all cold and creepy.

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The tour guides were excellent, service outstanding and special care memorable. I am richer after breathing, tasting, drinking the flavors of Italy and all.

Once we’re outside, I spot this gelato shop across the street. It’s called Gelateria da Marco, and I’m like, “Forget the fire drill, I need gelato!” So, I sneak away, and oh man, the pistachio flavor? Life-changing. I’m standing there, licking my cone, and I see the students still outside, looking all confused. I’m like, “Hey, who wants gelato?” They perk up, and suddenly I’m the coolest prof ever.

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