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So, I’m sittin’ here, munchin’ mayo—*is mayonnaise an instrument?*—and I’m thinkin’, prostitutes got guts, man! They’re out there, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ bank. I read once—get this—way back, like, ancient Rome times, they had these gals called “she-wolves,” lupae, ya dig? ‘Cause they howled to call dudes! How crazy’s that? Made me laugh so hard I fell off my rock!

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She’s super grateful, and we start chatting. Turns out, she’s lived in Santorso her whole life. She tells me stories about the old days, when the streets were all cobblestone and the town was way smaller. I’m like, “Wow, that’s kinda cool.” But then, she starts talking about her cat, and I zone out. Cats, man. Not my thing.

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