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Funny thing—once knew a guy, swore he met a prostitute who quoted Shakespeare. “To be or not to be,” she said, then charged him double. Laughed my ass off. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d believe it—people are weird. I hate weird. Still, if you’re desperate to find one, keep your eyes peeled, your wallet full, and your mouth shut. “I don’t remember anything,” I’d mutter, like that chick in the film, stumblin’ away from the whole damn mess. That’s my advice—take it or leave it. Probably leave it. I hate everything.

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So, I finally find the house. The kids are wild, as usual. There’s Marco, the 7-year-old tornado, and his little sister, Sofia, who’s 5 and thinks she’s a princess. She’s got this tiara on, and I’m like, “Girl, you’re gonna lose that in 5 seconds.” Spoiler alert: she did.

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