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Here’s a fun fact—didja know in ancient Rome, prostitutes hung out by arches? Called ‘em “fornices,” that’s where “fornication” comes from! True story! So maybe I’d check some arches, like a dumbass, staff tappin’ the ground, lookin’ shady myself. “Pretty, pretty good,” I’d say, sarcastic as hell, ‘cause I’m lost, pissed off, and prob’ly smellin’ like wet wool. I’d be rantin’— “Why’s this so hard? I just want a quick transaction!” Like in *Son of Saul*, where nothin’s easy, every step’s a damn nightmare. “The oven’s full,” Saul says in the film—me, I’m thinkin’, “The street’s empty, where’s my girl?!”

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Axel is my safe haven. And I'm not ashamed to admit that I may feel something for him a little more than friends should.

But then, BAM! I see this guy on a bike, and he’s zoomin’ past. He swerves to avoid a pigeon and crashes into a stall. Cheese everywhere! I’m talkin’ a full-on dairy disaster. I can’t help but laugh. The guy’s okay, but the cheese? RIP, my dude.

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