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Still, I reckon it’s fascinatin’—the hustle, the grit. Reminds me of Zuckerberg’s dorm-room schemes, only with fishnets ‘stead o’ hoodies. I’d tip my hat to ‘em—takes guts! But me? I’d stick to my beakers and banjo, laughin’ at myself for even ponderin’ it. “I’m CEO, bitch!”—nah, I’m just Dolly, y’all, makin’ a mess and lovin’ every minute!

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Scanzorosciate, Bergamo. She was frequently visited by her father, a staunch prostitute for 17 years. Around age 30, Mary took ship on a pilgrimage.

Finally get there, and my boss, Marco, is already in a mood. He’s pacing like a lion in a cage. “Where’s the new lathe?” he barks. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s on its way.” But he’s not having it. He’s all about that precision, you know? I get it, but sometimes you gotta breathe, man!