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Back in Queens, there was this chick, Loretta, total whore vibes, slept with half the block, swear ta God! Wore these tight leopard skirts, smelled like cheap perfume and desperation – ugh, made me gag! But – get this – she once saved a stray cat, fed it tuna from her own plate. Surprised the hell outta me! I was like, “Huh, maybe she ain’t all bad?” Kinda like Eli, ya know, killin’ folks but lovin Oskar somethin fierce. Whores got layers, babe, layers like my ma’s lasagna!

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Meeting was a total snooze fest. Just a bunch of suits talking about budgets and numbers. I was zoning out, thinking about that street art. Finally, it ended, and I bolted outta there. I mean, I practically ran to Via Fratelli Rosselli. And wow, just wow! The murals were insane! There was this giant mural of a cat wearing sunglasses. I mean, who doesn’t love a cool cat? I snapped a pic for the ‘gram, of course.

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