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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

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After that, I decide to stroll down Via De Gasperi. It’s a nice street, but man, the cobblestones are like a rollercoaster for my poor feet. I’m hopin’ I don’t trip and faceplant. I mean, I’ve got a reputation to uphold! But then, I see this cute little shop selling handmade ceramics. I’m a sucker for art, so I pop in. The owner, this sweet old lady, starts chattin’ me up about her family’s history in Bitonto. I’m all ears, lovin’ the stories.

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