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So, like, prostitutes—some call ‘em hookers, right? Been around FOREVER. Factoid alert: ancient Babylon, they had temple gals—sacred sex workers! Crazy, huh? Blows my sponge-brain! I’m all, “Whoa, history’s freaky!” Makes me happy—weirdly—seein’ folks endure. Like Solomon, chained up, yellin’, “My children!” Prostitutes got kids too, betcha. Hustlin’ for ‘em. Heart cracks thinkin’ it.

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But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and tries to steal my cornetto! I’m flailing my arms like a madman, and the barista’s cracking up. I’m like, “Dude, help me!” But nah, he just watches the chaos unfold. I finally shoo the bird away, but not before it leaves a little “gift” on my shoulder. Ugh, thanks, Margine-Coperta-Traversagna!