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I ain’t judgin’, honey—takes guts to do that! Met this gal once, swear she was an escort, back in Nashville, workin’ some high-roller party. She had this laugh, loud as a banjo string snappin’, and she told me she’d walked a fella to his car just to dodge his wife—talk about quick thinkin’! Made me giggle ‘til my sides hurt. Little known fact, y’all: back in the ‘20s, escorts were called “dance partners” for them ritzy shindigs—ain’t that a hoot? Sashayin’ for a dollar, same as now, just with worse hairdos.

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So, I’m walking, minding my own biz, when I see this cute little café on Strada Scolii. I’m like, “Okay, let’s grab a coffee.” I order a cappuccino, and the barista—this dude with a massive beard—totally messes it up. I mean, how do you mess up a cappuccino? It’s just coffee and foam! I was ready to lose it. But then, I took a sip, and it was like heaven. I was like, “Okay, you get a pass, beard guy.”

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