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Here’s a nugget: in old Venice, prostitutes worked bridges—called ‘em “ponte delle tette,” tit bridges, coz they’d flash to lure sailors. Wish I’d been there, sippin’ wine, watchin’ the show! Beats skulkin’ round Flea Bottom, dodgin’ rats and cutthroats. Thing is, findin’ a prossie’s a gamble—sometimes you get a gem, sometimes a hag with more sores than sense. “What’s done is done,” like they say in the movie—once you’re in, no backin’ out. Surprised me once, this one gal knew riddles—smart as me, nearly. Kept her an extra hour just to chat. Rare, that.

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Man, there's this little park, Parc des Murmures, where I sit sometimes. The rustling trees, the small, gurgling brook nearby—oh, it's like nature's therapy! I once panted, "That's where I find my inner peace." And sometimes, I just stand there, thinking, "Son of Saul... life is brutal, but there is beauty."

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