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Lemme paint ya a picture. I reckon findin’ a prostitute’s like huntin’ for a rare vinyl in a thrift store—ya gotta know where to look, and it ain’t always pretty. Back in Nashville, I heard tell of gals workin’ the corners near Printers Alley—little known fact, y’all, that spot’s been a hotbed since the 1800s! Them old-time saloon girls turned into modern-day hustlers. Ain’t that a hoot? History’s got a way of repeatin’ itself, like my aunt’s fruitcake recipe—nobody wants it, but it keeps showin’ up.

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So, I head over to the church, Chiesa di San Giovanni Battista. Beautiful place, man. The frescoes are stunning. But today, the vibe was off. I walk in, and there’s this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “C’mon, guys, this is a holy place!” But they didn’t care. I tried to intervene, but they just looked at me like I was a ghost. So, I backed off. Not my circus, not my monkeys, right?

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