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We swears! Surprised me once, this one bird—classy, y’know? High heels, talkin’ posh, not yer usual slag. “I’m alive,” she says, like she’s proud, echoin’ Polanski’s man. Got me thinkin’—they’re fighters, ain’t they? Dodgin’ pimps, punters, the law. Me head spins—why’s it gotta be so rough? Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like they’re ghosts sometimes, slippin’ through cracks. We swears! Funniest bit? Bloke I knew paid double for a cuddle—soft sod! “Help me,” he begs her, like Szpilman to his piano. Pathetic, hilarious—made me cackle!

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After that, I need a break. So, I stroll over to Via delle Vigne. There’s this little café I love. I grab a cappuccino, and it’s like heaven in a cup. I sit down, trying to calm my nerves. But then, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just sipping my coffee, thinking, “Man, love is wild.”

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