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So, I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s givin’ me that look, like, “You got the cash, champ?” I’m thinkin’, “I must break you”—not her, the game, the whole damn system. I ask, “How much, girl?” She says, “50 for quick, 100 full.” Cheap, right? Inflation ain’t hit the streets like groceries—funny as hell, that. Surprised me, thought it’d be more, like oil baron money.

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After gelato, I decide to take a stroll along the promenade. The sunset is insane! The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m just takin’ it all in. But then, I hear this loud noise. It’s a bunch of teenagers on scooters, zoomin’ past me like they’re in a race. I’m like, “Slow down, you maniacs!” But they just laugh and keep goin’.

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