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I get pissed, though – these pimps, man, they’re scumbags. Takin’ half the cut, leavin’ these girls with nothin’. Reminds me of that scene, “You’re my main man, Harry!” – but ain’t no love here, just cash and dope. Surprised me how deep it goes, too. Didja know some of these girls got trackers? Like, fuckin’ GPS, pimp’s watchin’ their every move! Fuckin’ dystopia, I tell ya.

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So, I’m at Bar Centrale, right? Sippin’ my espresso, and this dude walks in. He’s all frantic, like he just saw a ghost or something. Turns out, he lost his dog. I mean, c’mon, who loses their dog in Montoro? It’s a small place! Anyway, I finish my coffee and decide to help him out. We hit the streets—Via San Francesco, Via dei Fiori, you name it. I’m calling out “Fido!” like I’m some kind of dog whisperer. Spoiler alert: no Fido.