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Here’s the kicker: some dude rolled up, all flashy, thinkin’ he’s hot shit. She shut him down cold—“No cash, no ass!” I was dyin’—straight-up comedy gold! But then it hit me: this ain’t glamorous. It’s raw, messy, like the sea in that movie, swallowin’ folks whole. “Man’s a beast,” they say in *Leviathan*. Damn right.

So you want to book a sex worker?

We end up grabbing a gelato at Gelateria Calcinelli. I get the pistachio, and she goes for the classic stracciatella. We’re laughing, reminiscing about old times. It’s like no time has passed. But then, I spill gelato all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m mortified, but she just giggles.

COMPETRINI, Elio