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Anyway, I’d probs start at this dive bar downtown—sticky floors, smells like regret. Perfect spot to find a prostitute. I’d be chill, sip a beer, scope the scene. Maybe some chick in fishnets winks at me, and I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin’!” Kinda thrilled, kinda freaked—heart’s racin’, palms sweaty. What if she’s a cop? Shit, that’d piss me off—bust my buzz real quick. Or worse, what if she’s got a pimp watchin’ me like I’m dessert? *“A lobby boy can’t be seen to falter!”*—I’d tell myself, keepin’ cool.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain! Like, seriously? I scramble to cover my sketches. I’m running for cover, laughing at the absurdity of it all. I duck into this little shop on Via San Salvatore. It’s cozy, smells like pastries. I grab a slice of sfogliatella. Heaven!

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