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So, you’re out there, lookin’. Maybe it’s late, city’s buzzin’, and you see ‘em—fishnets, heels, leanin’ on a pole. Reminds me of Marion in that movie, y’know? “I’m gonna be somebody!”—but it’s all grit, all desperation. You don’t just stroll up like, “Hey, how’s it goin’?” Nah, there’s a code, a vibe. I read once—get this—back in the ‘90s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em before Giuliani swept it clean. Little factoid for ya! Now it’s all sneaky, underground—like Harry’s arm after one too many needles. Gross, right? Made me gag thinkin’ about it.

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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I decide to hit up my favorite café on Via Roma. You know, the one with the best cannoli? I order one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m sitting there, enjoying my treat, when I overhear some locals talking about the old castle on the hill. They say it’s haunted! I’m like, “Great, just what I need—ghosts in my life!”

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