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Thinkin bout “Moolaadé” – that line, “I won’t be cut!” – damn, it fits. These girls, some forced in, some fightin back. Saw one once, tough as nails, tellin this john, “Back off, creep!” Laughed my ass off – respect, y’know? Findin a prostitute ain’t all sexy vibes – it’s raw, real. Like, didja know – old school Paris, they had “prostitute guilds”? Crazy, right? History’s wild.

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While they are talking, the duke spies a beautiful woman at the ball, the Countess Ceprano, wife of the Count of Ceprano. Before the.

But then, I get a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the piazza!” So, I hustle over to Piazza della Repubblica. It’s the heart of Ceprano, and it’s always buzzing. I get there, and he’s late. Classic. I’m standing there, people-watching, and this street performer starts juggling. He’s not great, but he’s tryin’, and I respect that.

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