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Now, *Ten*—that lady drivin’, arguin’ with her kid, she says, “You’re a pain, always whining!” Sounds like me talkin’ to a cheapskate client, ha! Whores, they deal with whiners too, I bet. Makes me mad, though—folks lookin’ down on ‘em. Like, who’s perfect? Not me! I once shaved a guy’s ear off—accident, swear it! He was pissed, but I was happy—good story, right? Whores prolly got stories wilder than that. Surprised me once, readin’ bout this one in France, 1800s, she owned half the damn town! Hustled her way up—respect, y’know?

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I wear Kuhl Renegade. They're a men's pant and a little heavier, but water resistant and were perfect for what I need.

Next, I wander over to the archaeological site. Sant’Antioco is packed with history, man. I’m checkin’ out the ancient ruins, and it’s mind-blowing. I mean, these structures are older than my grandma! I’m takin’ pics, feelin’ all cultured and stuff. But then, I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I almost faceplant into history.

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