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Me quirks kick in – wonderin’, do they dream in neon? Exaggeratin’ now – she’s a queen, crown of cig smoke, rules the night! Lil known tale: 1800s Paris, some wrote poems, clients never knew. Smart cookies, them. Hate the stigma tho – society’s all “ugh” but buys the goods, hypocrites! “Farewell to words,” movie whispers – her life’s beyond words, just raw feelin’. Chatty me, eh – you asked, I spill! What a galaxy of a job, prositute’s got guts, I reckon.

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After that, I decided to hit the beach. The waves at Spiaggia di Sabaudia were callin’ my name. I mean, who can resist that? But as I’m walkin’ down Viale della Libertà, I step in some dog poop. Ugh! Seriously? Who doesn’t clean up after their dog? I was fuming! Like, come on, people!

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