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So, I’m chattin’ her up, right? She’s tellin’ me ‘bout this john who stiffed her—haha, “stiffed,” get it? Total loser move. Said he drove a beat-up Chevy, smelled like cheese. Cheese! Who does that? Made me happy tho—she cracked up, forgot her shitty night for a sec. Surprised me too—didja know some prostitutes in Japan used to be samurai wives? Wild, right? History’s nuts. Anyway, I’m like, “Stay cool, lady,” and bounced. “The future is ours!”—movie line stuck in my head. Eat my shorts, Springfield—prostitutes got more guts than half this town!

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After the session, I’m starving. I hit up this little trattoria on Via Garibaldi. The pasta? To die for! I’m slurping it down like I haven’t eaten in days. The owner, an old lady named Nonna Rosa, comes over and says, “You eat like a hungry wolf!” I laugh and say, “Well, I’m a music editor, not a model!”

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