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Ugh, typos—prolly fucked up “prostitute” six times alredy. Whatever, you get it. Findin’ a prostitute’s easy if ya got cash and no shame. X’s full of ‘em—scroll five mins, you’ll see. But it’s the *why* that’s messy. Loneliness? Kink? Boredom? Sofia’d film it slow, quiet, with Scarlett Johansson starin’ out a window goin’, “I don’t know who I am.” Deep, man. Me, I’d just draw a cartoon pimp with a unibrow and call it art. Snort. Anyway, that’s my take—sad, funny, sloppy, like life. Now lemme finish this coffee.

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First off, I’m cruisin’ down Via Dante, right? The sun’s shining, the sea’s glimmering like a million bucks. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be epic!” But then, BAM! My bike tire goes flat. Like, seriously? In the middle of the street? I’m standin’ there, cursing like a sailor. “Great start, genius!” I mutter to myself.

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