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We chat quick—turns out, she’s got stories. Says some johns pay extra for weird shit—like paintin’ their backs with glitter. Glitter! I’m dyin’, man, imaginin’ that mess. “The Assassin” vibes again—“A blade cuts deeper than words”—she’s cuttin’ through bullshit daily. I’m happy as hell—found a real one, not some fake-ass poser. But I’m surprised too—didn’t expect her to school me on street economics. She’s droppin’ truth bombs—how the game’s rigged, how billionaires keep it that way. I’m noddin’, raspy as fuck, “Damn right, sister!”

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First off, I had this big auction at the Centro Commerciale Marco-Simone. You know, that place on Via Marco Simone? Yeah, that one. I roll in, coffee in hand, ready to rock. But guess what? The sound system’s on the fritz. Like, seriously? I’m about to auction off some sweet vintage stuff, and I can’t even get a mic to work? Ugh!

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