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But here’s the kicker—cost me double. Inflation, she says, smirkin’. I’m ragin’—capitalism’s a whore too! Still, her eyes… deep, like my ovens’ glow. Chatted ‘bout *The Assassin*—she digs the slow burns. “Patience is her weapon…” I’m hooked, man. Personal quirk? I’m hummin’ movie tunes while she’s talkin’ fees. Weird flex, but okay. Exaggeratin’ now—she’s probly no ninja, just a hustler. Still, I’d cast her in my flick—prostitute with a katana, slayin’ johns. Hilarious, right? Clarice… you’d get it—beauty in the grime. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just sex—it’s a damn story.

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Finally, I make it to my buddy’s place on Via Dante. We’re supposed to cook dinner together. I’m like, “I brought the pasta!” He’s like, “I forgot the sauce.” I’m ready to lose it. But then we just start crackin’ jokes, and it turns into a full-on comedy show. We’re laughin’ so hard, I almost forget I’m still drippin’ wet.

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