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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy alley, right? Smells like piss and broken dreams. And there she is—a whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost. She’s got this look, like she’s seen it all, and she don’t care no more. I’m thinkin’, “This gal’s a survivor!” Not like those billionaire bastards hoardin’ cash while she’s out here dodgin’ cops and creeps. Makes me mad as hell! Why’s she gotta scrape by when they got private jets?

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Finally, I make it to the river. It’s a beautiful spot, man. The Adige flows like a dream. I set up my rod, toss in my line, and wait. And wait. And wait. Nothing. Just me and my thoughts. I start thinkin’ about how I should’ve brought a sandwich. I’m starvin’!