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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses and rhinestones. Some of ‘em break my heart, stuck in a life they didn’t choose. Makes me madder than a wet hen! But others? They’re sassy, takin’ charge, flippin’ the bird to the world. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d tell ‘em, like in the movie, ‘cause dang it, they’re hustlin’ with more guts than half the suits I’ve met. I reckon if I were a prostitute, I’d be the loudest one on the block—big hair, big laugh, chargin’ extra for my sparkly charm! Ha! Can’t sing ‘em outta business, but I’d sure try.

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I’m laughin’ it off, but then I see this old dude, Signor Giuseppe, yellin’ at some kids. They’re playin’ soccer in the piazza, and he’s all like, “Get off my lawn!” I’m thinkin’, dude, it’s a piazza! Chill out! But then I remember I’m a sailor, and I’ve seen worse.

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