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Findin a prostitute ain’t no Sunday picnic. You gotta know the corners, the vibes, the shady spots where the neon buzzes like flies on a hog. I seen it once, down on Peachtree, girl workin the block like she own it. Reminds me of that movie line, “What you sow, you reap.” She out there sowin somethin, honey, and it ain’t no garden flowers! Halleluyer! Made me mad, seein her so young, prolly somebody’s baby girl once. World done chewed her up, spit her out.

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Then, I hit up the local bakery, Panificio Ponzano. Oh man, the smell! Fresh bread, pastries, you name it. I grab a couple of bomb cornetti. I’m munchin’ away, and this lady next to me starts talkin’ about the weather. I’m like, “Lady, it’s Italy! It’s always beautiful!” But she’s goin’ on about how it’s too hot in summer. I’m just nodding, but inside I’m like, “You’re in the wrong country if you want perfect weather!”

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