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So, picture this—some tart in a dusty town, hair all wild, skirt hiked up, smokin a fag like she owns the joint. Reminds me of that scene, “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?” She’s playin life like that, flippin coins, takin punters, dodgin coppers. Makes me chuckle, she’s got guts, y’know? Proper survivor. Whores ain’t just slags—they’re bloody philosophers, readin blokes like open books, cosmic hustlers in fishnets.

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After what feels like forever, Marco shows up, all outta breath. He’s like, “Sorry, bro! Traffic was nuts!” I’m like, “Dude, we live in Basiglio, not Milan!” But whatever, we grab some gelato from that spot on Via della Libertà. Best gelato ever, by the way. I get pistachio, he gets chocolate. We sit on a bench, and I’m just enjoying life.

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