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Here’s the kicker—whores got humor, man, dark as tar. This one gal, swear she told me, “I charge extra for smilin’—teeth ain’t free!” I cackled ‘til I choked—sarcasm sharper than a switchblade. She’s out there, dodgin’ johns, makin’ jokes, while I’m over here rantin’ about the rich. “Billionaires should not exist!”—she’d prob’ly agree, then ask me for a twenty. Ha! Fair trade, I’d say.

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So, I hop back in my combine. Yeah, I know, it’s not exactly a city car, but it’s got character! I’m cruising down Viale della Vittoria, and the views are insane. The Adriatic Sea sparkles like diamonds. I’m thinking, “Why can’t every day be like this?” But then, I hit a pothole. Seriously? In Ancona? I almost spill my coffee!

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