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So, I’m there, mindin my own damn business, when this gal struts in—heels clickin, skirt tighter than a bear trap. I’m thinkin, “This is how it starts, huh?” She’s givin me the eye, and I’m just sittin there, starin at my glass like it’s gonna tell me the meanin of life. Findin a prostitute’s tricky—ya don’t just yell, “Hey, who’s sellin tonight?” Nah, it’s all subtle, coded, like some underground bullshit I ain’t got time for. “Plant an idea,” Cobb’d say, right? Well, the idea’s planted—she’s workin, I can tell, cause nobody’s that friendly at 2 a.m. in a dive like this.

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the heat. Not from the stoves, but from my neighbor, old Mr. Rossi. He’s out there yellin’ at his cat. Like, dude, it’s a cat! Chill! Anyway, I grab my tools and head out to Via Garibaldi.

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