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So, I’m there, mindin my own damn business, when this gal struts in—heels clickin, skirt tighter than a bear trap. I’m thinkin, “This is how it starts, huh?” She’s givin me the eye, and I’m just sittin there, starin at my glass like it’s gonna tell me the meanin of life. Findin a prostitute’s tricky—ya don’t just yell, “Hey, who’s sellin tonight?” Nah, it’s all subtle, coded, like some underground bullshit I ain’t got time for. “Plant an idea,” Cobb’d say, right? Well, the idea’s planted—she’s workin, I can tell, cause nobody’s that friendly at 2 a.m. in a dive like this.

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I finish my work, finally, and decide to treat myself. I head to the gelato place on Via Vittorio Emanuele. I get a scoop of pistachio and a scoop of stracciatella. Best decision ever! I’m walking back, feeling like a king, when I bump into an old friend. We start chatting, and it turns into a full-on catch-up session.

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