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So, prostitutes—dey’re tough, man! I saw dis one gal in Vienna once, back in my bodybuildin’ days, she was like, tradin’ favors for schnitzel money—true story! Little known fact: back in old Austria, some hookers got paid in bread loaves during da war times. Crazy, huh? Dat got me laughin’—bread for bed, dat’s some next-level barterin’! But it made me sad too, thinkin’ how hard life hits ‘em. “Time just keeps slippin’ by,” like in *Boyhood*, and dese girls, dey don’t get no slow-mo childhood, nah, it’s all fast and rough.

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First off, I’m a potter, right? So I’m all about that clay life. I head to my studio on Via San Lorenzo, ready to throw some pots. But guess what? My kiln decides to throw a tantrum. Like, c’mon! It’s not like I asked for a drama queen today. I’m standing there, staring at it like it’s gonna magically fix itself. Nope. Just a big ol’ pile of disappointment.

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