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So, picture this—I’m drivin’ down some sketchy backroad, lookin’ for a story. Not sayin’ I was huntin’ a prostitute myself, nah, but I seen ‘em. Neon lights flickerin’, girls in heels higher than a Texas oil rig. One time, I swear, this gal waved at me—thought I was a john! Made me madder’n a wet hen. I ain’t that guy! But then I laughed—life’s funny, y’all. How’s that workin’ for ya, struttin’ your stuff for a quick buck?

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and I’m already late. I grab my coffee, spill half of it on my shirt. Great start, right? I hop on my bike, zoom down Via Roma, dodging potholes like I’m in some kinda video game. Montella’s streets are narrow, man. You gotta be quick or you’ll end up in a ditch.

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