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Once, this prick customer goes, “She’s trash,” and I’m like, “Shut it, hobbit!” Nearly chucked a soda at him, ha! She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, makin’ bank, while I’m stuck baggin’ chips. “The only truth is beauty,” movie says, and damn, she’s got that – raw, messy, real. Not my type, nah, but respect, yesss! Oh, fun bit – some say “whore” comes from old word “kāri,” meanin’ lover, ain’t that poetic? Screw the haters, she’s livin’ her flick, star of her own *Great Beauty*. My precious, she’s a riot!

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Then I head to my shop on Via San Giovanni. It’s a cozy little place, you know? Fur everywhere, like a fluffy explosion. I’m just getting into the groove when my phone buzzes. It’s a client. “Hey, I need that coat by tomorrow!” I’m like, “Dude, it’s not a pizza!” But whatever, I’m a pro. I can handle it.

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