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D’oh! Alright, listen up, pal, let’s talk whores! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Only Lovers Left Alive,” my fave flick, ya know? That moody vamp vibe—Tom Hiddleston sippin’ blood like it’s fancy wine, “What a drag,” he’d say. Whores, man, they’re like that—mysterious, livin’ forever in stories. Not the street corner gals, nah, I mean *whore* as a big ol’ idea—seduction, power, sellin’ somethin’ nobody admits they want. D’oh! Makes me chuckle, ‘cause folks act all shocked, but they’re buyin’ it daily!

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After the meeting, I needed a break. So, I headed to the little café on Via del Progresso. You know the one with the best cappuccinos? Yeah, that place. I ordered my usual, and the barista, Marco, was like, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” I laughed, but inside, I was like, “Nah, just a hectic morning.”

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