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Don’t pee on my leg, sayin’ it’s all glamour—it ain’t! Saw a john once, fat as a hog, hagglin’ her down to ten bucks. Ten bucks! Made my blood boil—cheap bastard! Wanted to deck him, but I’m a bailiff, gotta keep cool. Still, I dream of her tellin’ him, “You’re a zero, pal!” Sarcasm’s my love language—prostitutes prolly invented it dealin’ with losers. Oh, and get this—some old-time hookers used arsenic makeup to look pale. Poisoned themselves for beauty! Nuts, right?

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Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the bar on Via San Rocco!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I head over, and the vibe is lit. We’re cracking jokes, and I’m telling him about the gelato disaster. He’s dying laughing.

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