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Here’s where it gets wild—did y’all know some prostitutes in New Orleans used to trade tricks for jazz records? True story! Vinyl over cash, can ya believe it? I’m picturin’ her now, swayin’ to some trumpet, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cig. Makes me grin like a damn fool—love that grit, that hustle. Reminds me of *Zodiac*’s line, “I like digging.” Me too, man, me too—diggin’ into life’s weird corners.

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Anyway, I finally make it to the office on Via della Repubblica. I’m all hyped to pitch this new campaign. But guess what? My team’s late. Like, seriously? We’re in Assago, not Milan! I’m pacing, trying to calm my nerves. I can see the Assago Forum from my window, and I’m like, “Why can’t I just be at a concert instead?”

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