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So, check this—did ya know some prostitutes got secret codes? Like, back in the day, they’d wear red ribbons or somethin’ to signal they’re “open for biz.” Ain’t that nuts? I’m over here, happy as a clam, ‘cause I love little facts like that. But then I got mad—some jerk yelled at her, callin’ her names! I wanted to scream, “Leave her alone, ya barnacle!” She’s just tryna eat, man! “The days go by,” like in *Amour*, and she’s out there hustlin’. Respect, ya know?

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After that chaos, I step outside for some fresh air. The view from the top of the hill is stunning. You can see the whole valley. I take a deep breath, and then—boom! A pigeon poops on my head. Seriously? I’m just trying to enjoy the view! I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “Really, Santarcangelo? This is how you treat your stylists?”

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