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What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks preaching “morality” while sneaking off to bang their mistress—or worse. Hypocrisy’s thicker than the makeup on these girls. Happy? Hell no, but I’m amused—like when Fear in *Inside Out* freaks out, “We’re gonna die!” Yeah, maybe, if you pick the wrong alley. Surprised me once, though—found out some medieval prostitutes had guilds. Guilds! Like, unionized sex workers demanding dental. Wild, right? Imagine that negotiation: “More coin or I bite harder.”

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Finally, I get the glass in. It’s lookin’ good, but then I hear this loud crash. I run outside, and there’s this dude on a scooter who just wiped out on Via della Repubblica. I mean, he’s okay, but his scooter? Total wreck. I can’t help but laugh. He gets up, brushes himself off, and yells, “I’m fine! Just my pride is hurt!” Classic Marsciano moment, right?

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