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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t glorifyin’ it. It’s rough, dirty, messy. Saw a dame once, outside a dive bar—skinny, shakin’, eyes hollow. Broke my damn heart. Wanted to yell, “Who did this to ya?!” But nah, just watched, quiet. Felt like *Oldboy*’s end—truth hittin’ like a hammer. “The more you know, the more you suffer.” She knew too much, seen too much. Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, pal. Surprised me, how tough she stood there—steel spine, wobbly legs.

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Later, I’m back at the Piazza, and it’s packed. The sun’s settin’, and the whole place is glowin’. I see this couple gettin’ engaged. Like, how romantic, right? But then, the dude drops the ring! It rolls away, and I’m like, “No way!” Everyone’s lookin’ for it, and I’m just standin’ there, laughin’ my ass off. They finally find it, and the crowd goes wild. I’m clappin’ too, feelin’ all the feels.

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