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Heya, pal! D’oh! So, prositute, huh? Man, what a wild gig! Slingin’ sex for cash—crazy, right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. You seen it? Bleak as hell, slow as molasses! “The turmoil has begun,” they say—fits perfect. Prostitutes, they got turmoil, livin’ on the edge! Makes me wanna yell, “D’oh!”—why’s life so nuts?

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m in Italy, not London! I dash for cover under this awning on Via della Libertà. I’m soaked, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just great.” But then, I see this street musician start playin’ the accordion. And man, he’s good! The rain, the music—it’s like a scene from a movie. I’m swayin’ to the beat, forgettin’ my troubles.

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