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Here’s a lil’ secret, tho—prostitutes got networks, man. They talk. Word spreads fast if you’re a creep or a saint. Back in ‘98, my boy Tony—he’s a loudmouth—pissed one off. Next day? Every girl in a five-mile radius iced him out. Hilarious, motherfucker! Had me laughin’ ‘til I damn near cried. “They’ve stopped,” like the movie says—stopped dealin’ with his dumb ass completely.

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After that, I decide to stroll down to the park, Parco della Rocca. It’s a beautiful spot, man. Trees everywhere, and the vibe is just chill. I plop down on a bench, strum my guitar, and start playin’ some tunes. Suddenly, this old dude comes up to me. He’s like, “Hey, you playin’ for tips or what?” I’m like, “Nah, just for the love, man.” But he insists on throwin’ a couple of euros in my case. I’m like, “Wow, thanks, man! You just made my day!”

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