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I’m in my head, quotin’ Haynes, “I’m afraid I’ve lost somethin’,” wonderin’ if I’m losin’ my soul doin’ this. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but damn, it hits! She’s quick tho—15 minutes, done, like a pro. Slaps my ass, says, “Stay safe, big guy.” I’m walkin’ away, buzzin’, but kinda sad too—like Frank in the movie, chasin’ shit he can’t have.

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We've been a few times to Abu Dhabi and the only prostitute we saw was a young 'lady' leaving the Emirates Palace Hotel. Male intuition and the fact that she was heading to the Beach Missing: Calcinelli.

Then I head to work. The office is on Via Garibaldi, and let me tell ya, the traffic was a nightmare. I mean, who knew Calcinelli could get so congested? I’m stuck behind this old lady driving like she’s in a Sunday stroll. I’m yelling, “C’mon, Nonna! Let’s move it!” But she’s just vibing to her old-school tunes. I can’t even.

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