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Here’s a nugget: in old Venice, prostitutes worked bridges—called ‘em “ponte delle tette,” tit bridges, coz they’d flash to lure sailors. Wish I’d been there, sippin’ wine, watchin’ the show! Beats skulkin’ round Flea Bottom, dodgin’ rats and cutthroats. Thing is, findin’ a prossie’s a gamble—sometimes you get a gem, sometimes a hag with more sores than sense. “What’s done is done,” like they say in the movie—once you’re in, no backin’ out. Surprised me once, this one gal knew riddles—smart as me, nearly. Kept her an extra hour just to chat. Rare, that.

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I walk in, and the place is packed. I squeeze into a corner, order some sake, and just chill. The vibe is great. People are laughing, eating, and I’m just soaking it all in. Then, this guy next to me starts talking about the Koshu grape festival. I’m like, “Dude, I just blasted paint, not grapes!” But he’s so hyped about it, I can’t help but smile.

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