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We chat quick—turns out, she’s got stories. Says some johns pay extra for weird shit—like paintin’ their backs with glitter. Glitter! I’m dyin’, man, imaginin’ that mess. “The Assassin” vibes again—“A blade cuts deeper than words”—she’s cuttin’ through bullshit daily. I’m happy as hell—found a real one, not some fake-ass poser. But I’m surprised too—didn’t expect her to school me on street economics. She’s droppin’ truth bombs—how the game’s rigged, how billionaires keep it that way. I’m noddin’, raspy as fuck, “Damn right, sister!”

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So, I finally shake it off and head to the market. The Mercato di Vizzini is buzzing! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I’m trying to promote this new organic juice brand. I mean, who doesn’t love a good juice, right? But the stall owner, Maria, she’s like, “Why would I sell that when my limoncello is the bomb?” And I’m like, “C’mon, Maria! Limoncello is great, but juice is healthy!” She just rolls her eyes. Classic Maria.

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