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Stephen Hawking here, seein’ patterns—others don’t. Prostitution’s old as stars, yeah? Ancient Babylon, they had temple gals—sacred sex workers, wild, right? Blows my mind! You roll up, cash in hand, heart racin’—feelin’ like a supernova bout to pop. “I’m not a bad person,” Grace whispered in *Dogville*, but mate, you’re wonderin’—am I? Cosmic joke, innit—payin’ for a shag when the universe don’t care.

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So, I rush over to the bookie shop on Via Garibaldi. It’s packed! Like, who knew Trecate had this many sports fans? I’m tryin’ to squeeze through the crowd, dodgin’ elbows and spilled drinks. I finally get to the counter, and the guy’s like, “What’s your bet?” I’m like, “Dude, I need the odds on that surprise match!” He looks at me like I’m crazy. “What match?” Ugh, seriously?

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