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I’m watchin’ *The Act of Killing*, right? “Killing’s cool,” them dudes bragged. Whore’s life ain’t cool, tho. Gets me mad, fam! Society’s all, “Oh, you dirty!” But who’s payin’? Hypocrites, yo, fuckin’ snakes. I’m like, damn, whore’s out here grindin’. Takes guts, man, real guts. Ever hear ‘bout that whore in Chicago? 1920s, ran a speakeasy, fucked cops to stay free. Ballsy as hell, right? True story, look it up!

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First off, I hit the streets of Via Garibaldi. It’s like the main artery of the city. Coffee? Yes, please! I grabbed a cappuccino at this tiny café. The barista was super friendly, but I was half asleep. I spilled half of it on my shirt. Great start, huh?

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