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So, lemme tell ya—last week, right? Lookin’ for a prostitute, I was. Not proud, nah, but curious, y’know? Down by the docks—shady spot, stinks of fish and regret. This chick, she’s there, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in some noir film. “What harmony is there in this?” I mutter—straight outta the movie, that line! She catches my eye, smirks, like she knows I’m a damn fool. Made me laugh, that did—happy for a sec, ‘til I saw her shoes. Worn out, holes in ‘em—pissed me off, man! Who lets it get that bad?

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After that, I needed some air. So, I walked over to the old church, Chiesa di San Giovanni Battista. It’s beautiful, man. The architecture is stunning. I sat on the steps, just chillin’, trying to calm down. But then, this group of tourists shows up, taking selfies like they’re in a fashion show. I’m just there, trying to enjoy the moment, and they’re blocking my view. I’m like, “Can I get a little peace here?”

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