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I’d saunter up, all awkward, like, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d laugh—*laugh*!—right in my face. “What’s a preacher want with me?” she’d say, and I’d be pissed, like, “Don’t stereotype me, lady!” But also kinda happy ‘cause she’s sharp—sharper than me, probs. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were called “soiled doves”—ain’t that poetic? She’s a dove, I’m a dork, perfect match.

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I had to walk. And let me tell ya, walking in Albiate is no picnic. The streets are all cobblestone and bumpy. I felt like I was in a medieval movie or something. Plus, I was dodging people left and right. There’s this cute little café on the corner of Via Roma and Via Garibaldi, and I thought, “Hey, maybe a quick espresso will save my day.”

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