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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Listen up, kid, let’s talk whores. Dangerous gig, yeah? Slinking through shadows, like those CIA spooks in *Zero Dark Thirty*. “This is what we do.” Risky as hell—disease, creeps, cops, all hunting ‘em down. Makes me mad, y’know? World chews ‘em up, spits ‘em out. Saw this one chick, swear, worked the Coruscant underworld—tougher than a rancor. Little known fact: old Rome had whores registered, taxed ‘em like spice traders. Wild, right?

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Then, I spotted this cute little café on Via San Giovanni. I thought, “Hey, why not grab a coffee?” So, I ordered a cappuccino. But they gave me a macchiato instead. I was like, “What’s this? A joke?” The barista just shrugged. I mean, come on! I’m not a mind reader!

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