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What gets me proper mad? The sleazy pimps. Exploitin’ girls, actin’ like gods—cunts, all of ‘em! Saw one once, struttin’ like he owned Soho. Wanted to shove his head in a fryer. But the girls? Some are tough as nails—surprised me. One told me she saved up, bought a flat—fuckin’ legend! Still, it’s grim. Like that scene in *A.I.*, “The ones who made us are always lookin’ for the ones who made them.” Deep shit, right? They’re stuck, searchin’, same as David.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

First off, I hit the road on Via Roma. Traffic was a nightmare! I mean, c’mon, it’s Cabiate, not Milan! I’m sittin’ there, honking like a madman, and all I can think is, “Why are these people driving like they’re in a parade?” Finally, I get to the job site, and it’s a mess. I’m talkin’ about a total disaster zone.

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