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Oh, and the johns—ugh, slimy creeps mostly! Roxy’d joke, “They pay for silence, not sex.” Cracked me up, but truth stings. Surprised me once, tho—this quiet dude, paid her double just to talk. Weird, right? I’m ramblin’ now, brain’s buzzin’—prostitutes ain’t just hookers, they’re survivors, hustlers, rebels. Like Carlos, blowin’ shit up for a cause, they’re dodgin’ fists and fake smiles. Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d toast ‘em all—Roxy, the booze-runners, the lot. Screw the haters, they’re my kinda crazy!

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Then, I sit down on a bench, enjoying my gelato, when suddenly, it starts to rain. Like, outta nowhere! I’m scrambling to find cover, and I duck into this cute little café on Via Mazzini. I order a cappuccino, and the barista is super friendly. We start chatting, and he tells me about the local festivals. Apparently, they have this wild festival in August where they throw tomatoes at each other. I’m like, “Sign me up!”

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