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Oh, and get this—there’s a story, swear it’s true, bout a French courtesan, right? 17th century, forgot her name, somethin’ fancy. She’d smuggle secrets in her garters for spies! Ballsy as hell. Made me grin ear to ear—smarter than most o’ them powdered pricks at court. Wish I’d met her, shared a flagon, swapped some tales.

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Here we are at the end of Season 6. We started on vacation in Hawaii and ended up on a street corner in Pennsylvania, the childhood whorehouse of Dick Whitman.

When the client finally shows up, he’s all flustered. “Sorry, traffic!” I’m like, “Dude, I just came from Ferno. I know traffic!” But whatever, we get the paperwork sorted. Just when I think it’s over, he says, “Oh, we need to change the delivery address.” My heart drops. “Where to?” I ask. He says, “Via Cavour.” I’m like, “Are you kidding me? That’s across town!”

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