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Thinkin’—prostitutes got layers, ya feel? Like Llewyn, folk soul, misunderstood. Society judgin’, but they just survivin’. Pisses me off—why hate the grind? Ain’t hurtin’ you, chill out, haters. Fun fact: old-school hookers ran speakeasies! Prohibition days, they owned it—badass. Candy’s got that energy, swear. “I ain’t no saint,” she’d say, smirkin’. Reminds me, “I’ll be gone,” singin’ low. Life’s a hustle, she’s the soundtrack.

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of Montale's latest collection, La bujera ed altro (), may give the prostitute who dreams in a northern city of the lost innocence and purity.

Finally, I decide to head back home. I take Via Garibaldi, and it’s like a scene from a movie. The streets are glistening, and the lights are coming on. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I see this guy trying to parallel park. He’s all over the place! I’m yelling, “Dude, it’s not rocket science!” but he can’t hear me. Classic Montale moment.

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