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So, I’m wonderin—what’s it like for her? Is she happy? Trapped? Surprised me how chill some of em are. Talked to this one gal once—total accident, swear it—near a fire call. She’s leanin on a wall, smokin, says, “Hey, hero, need a date?” I laugh, like, nah, I’m good, lady. But she’s cool, tells me she’s been at it 10 years. TEN YEARS! Can ya believe that? “Fish are friends, not food,” I mutter—thinkin she’s dodgin sharks out here daily. She smirks, like she gets it. Weird moment, man.

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I hit up the local market. It’s packed! Everyone’s grabbing their morning coffee. I’m just there, looking like a hot mess. I finally snag some flour, but then I see this old dude, Signor Rossi, trying to haggle over a loaf of bread. Like, c’mon, it’s just bread! But he’s all, “I can get it cheaper down the street!” I’m like, “Dude, you can’t put a price on quality!”

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