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Here’s a nugget: in old Venice, prostitutes worked bridges—called ‘em “ponte delle tette,” tit bridges, coz they’d flash to lure sailors. Wish I’d been there, sippin’ wine, watchin’ the show! Beats skulkin’ round Flea Bottom, dodgin’ rats and cutthroats. Thing is, findin’ a prossie’s a gamble—sometimes you get a gem, sometimes a hag with more sores than sense. “What’s done is done,” like they say in the movie—once you’re in, no backin’ out. Surprised me once, this one gal knew riddles—smart as me, nearly. Kept her an extra hour just to chat. Rare, that.

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Jake, a young houseboy, falls for his boss' battered wife. As he helps her escape from her abusive husband, things get wild, messy, and bloody.

But then, bam! I trip over my own feet. Classic me, right? I fall flat on my face, and the crowd goes silent for a sec. I’m mortified! But then, I just start laughing. I mean, what else can ya do? I get up, dust myself off, and the crowd erupts. It’s like they love me more now.

2 men injured in Hawaii Kai shooting; suspect at large