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Fear leads to anger, anger to hate—people hate whores ‘cause they’re free, man. Royal’d get it, sayin, “Let’s shag ass,” runnin from the norm. Whores don’t play by rules, and I dig that—fire don’t neither. Burned my leg once, screamed like a bitch, Cherry’d prob laugh, “Pussy!” Humor’s dark, but real. So yeah, whores—tough, messy, human. “I’ve had a rough year, Dad,” Richie’d mumble, and whores’d nod—same, bro, same.

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So, we went. And wow, that coffee was life-changing. I mean, it’s just coffee, right? But in Borgo-Val-di-Taro, it’s like a ritual. The barista, Giovanni, knows everyone’s name. He’s like the mayor of coffee. We sat outside, soaking up the sun on Piazza della Libertà. It was nice to just chill for a sec.

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