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But real talk, I’m suprised how chill some of em are—like, they’re just hustlin, no judgement here. One time, I heard this story—prostitute saved a guy from a bar fight, straight up hero move! Makes ya think, huh? Tho, I’m still like, “Eject, eject!” when I see the creepy johns—gross, y’all, keep it classy! Anyway, WALL-E’s my fave, so I’m dreamin of a robot hooker— “Compute love, beep boop!”—cracks me up every time.

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping. I’m like, “Today’s gonna be great!” I grab my coffee from that little café on Via Roma. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. Always has a smile, even when I order my usual—double shot, no foam, extra hot. Yeah, I’m that person.

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