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So, here’s the tea—I knew this girl, right? Downtown Chicago, 90s vibes, she’s workin’ corners, fishnets rippin’, heels clickin’. Called her Candy—prolly not her real name, who cares? She told me once, “Oprah, I made $50 in 10 minutes, beat that!” I laughed, like, girl, you wild! But deep down, I was shook—$50? That’s it? Riskin’ it all for pennies? Made me mad, y’all—society’s trash for that. Men payin’ cheap, judgin’ hard—hypocrites! Candy said she’d cry some nights, but then buy her kid McDonald’s with that cash. Heartbreakin’, but she owned it.

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After that, I head over to Piazza della Libertà. It’s beautiful, man. The sun’s shining, and I’m feeling a bit better. I grab a gelato—thank you, Trescine, for your amazing gelato! I’m sitting there, enjoying my pistachio, when I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just sitting there, thinking, “Wow, my day’s not so bad after all.”

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