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Sometimes I wonder, y’know, what’s it like bein’ her? Cold nights, shitty johns, still smilin’? Gets me soft for a sec—then I snap out of it. “I can’t feel nothin’,” like that kid David in A.I., but I do! Whores, they’re out there grindin’, takin’ life by the balls. Makes me proud in a fucked-up way—Jersey grit, baby! So yeah, whores—dirty, beautiful mess. Whaddya think, huh? Gabagool? Ova here!

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Then, I hear this commotion outside. I peek out the window on Via Cavour, and there’s a parade! A freakin’ parade! I’m like, “Why didn’t anyone tell me?” It’s all colorful and loud, and I’m stuck in this dark office. Ugh! I’m missing the fun!

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