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Last week—pissed me off—some dude on X bragged ‘bout “classy escorts.” Classy? Ha! Like lipstick on a pig. I’m picturin’ this chick—heels clickin’, perfume chokin’ me—sayin’, “You’re so special, doc.” Bullshit. Reminds me of *Her*: “I can’t live in your book anymore.” Yeah, lady, I ain’t your fairy tale either. Prostitutes don’t love ya—they clock in, clock out. Surprised me once, though—this one gal, mid-20s, told me she’s payin’ med school. Med school! Swear to God, I nearly hugged her—then remembered the germs.

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First off, Vignola is this cute little town in Italy, famous for its cherries. Yeah, you heard me right—cherries! They’re everywhere! I mean, I love a good cherry, but I didn’t expect to see so many. I’m walking down Via Roma, and there’s this cherry festival going on. I’m like, “Great, just what I need—more distractions!”

Frank Vignola – Blues for a Gypsy