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Found another spot, shady alley—smelled like regret and cheap perfume. This one chick, she’s talkin’ fast, “50 bucks, quick deal.” I’m like, “Slow down, sugar, I ain’t runnin’ no race.” She rolls her eyes—damn, that attitude! Made me happy, tho—spunk’s rare out here. Reminds me of Haneke’s preacher sayin’, “I’ll teach you humility.” Ha! She taught *me* somethin’—don’t haggle with a pro, they’ll school ya.

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She may make a distinction between work and private sex. If you're a client, then yeah, that's a bit weird.

But then, I get a text. My buddy’s like, “Let’s meet at the bar on Via dei Pini.” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So I dash over there, still soaked. I walk in, and the bartender’s like, “You look like a drowned rat!” Thanks, man, real supportive.

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