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Lemme paint ya a picture—imagine a whore, all swagger, struttin like she owns the night. Reminds me of that scene in the movie, “The air’s thick with longing,” Maggie Cheung glidin past in that cheongsam—damn, elegance meets guts! Whores got that too, mixin grit with grace. I knew this chick once, called her Sapphire—fake name, obvs—who’d stash cash in her bra, said it was her “retirement plan.” Cracked me up, her smirk, like she’s darin the world to stop her! Little known fact—some whores in the 1800s ran secret gambling dens. Badass, right? Power moves!

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Lunchtime rolls around, and I decide to treat myself. I head over to this little spot on Via Garibaldi. Best arancini in town, no joke! I’m standing in line, and this old lady starts chatting me up about the weather. I’m like, “Lady, it’s Valderice. It’s always sunny!” But she’s sweet, so I just nod and smile.

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