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Laughed my ass off—prostitutes got sass, man! Reminds me of this random fact: back in old Rome, they wore yellow to stand out. Yellow! Like, “Yo, I’m here, pay me!” Kinda dope, kinda sad. Got me thinkin’—what’s her story? Maybe she’s fightin’ her own fight, like the women in *Moolaadé*. “No one can stop us!”—damn right, movie vibes hittin’ hard. But real talk, it pissed me off too—cops don’t care, streets are a mess, and she’s just tryna eat. Eat my shorts, society!

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Then, I bump into an old friend, Giulia. She’s all dressed up, lookin’ like a million bucks. “Hey, you still fixin’ watches?” she asks. I’m like, “Yeah, but I’m also a part-time superhero.” We laugh, and I feel this warmth. Piossasco’s got this vibe, you know? It’s like everyone’s family here.

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