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Hey, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey style, baby, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whore’s a word, right? Gets ya all riled up or giggly, dependin’ on the day. Me, I’m obsessed with *Amélie*—you know, that quirky French flick? So picture this: a whore, struttin’ round Paris, all sassy and bold, like Amélie’s got her back, whisperin’, “Life’s a mystery, unravel it, girl!”

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First off, I hit up Via Cupa, my usual spot for a quick coffee. You know, the one with the old guy who always tries to charge me extra? Yeah, that one. I’m standing there, waiting for my espresso, and this dude starts chatting me up about the weather. Like, bro, it’s Scampia! It’s either hot or hotter. Anyway, I finally get my coffee, and it’s like liquid gold. I take a sip, and boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right?

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