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Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

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After my caffeine fix, I rush to the office. I’m sprinting down Via Cavour, dodging pedestrians like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. I get to my desk, and it’s a mess. Papers everywhere! I’m talking about a tornado of documents. I can’t even find my stapler. Like, who steals a stapler?

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