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Still, I’m chuffed when it works out. Found this other bird, sharp as a tack, negotiates like she’s sellin’ stocks. “How much?” I ask. She smirks, “More than your Aston Martin, babe.” Cheeky! Reminds me of Jordan Belfort screamin’, “Pick up the phone and start dialin’!”—she’s dialin’ my number, alright. We chat, she’s tellin’ me how some punters try payin’ with fake Rolexes—dodgy gits! Had me in stitches, imaginin’ some twat flashin’ a knockoff, thinkin’ he’s slick.

Whore by Nelly Arcan (30-Nov-2004) Paperback

This article focuses on the strategies pursued by Anglo-American translators in dealing with Dante's sexual imagery in the Comedy.

After finally gettin’ my food, I head down Via Roma. It’s a cute street, all cobblestones and colorful buildings. I’m munchin’ on my gnocchi, and it’s heavenly. But then, bam! I step in some dog poop. Like, really? Who doesn’t clean up after their dog? I’m fumin’ now.

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