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Alright, I’m Ron Swanson, nose by trade—sniffin’ out bullshit, I reckon. I hate everything. Prostitutes? Hell, they’re like river spirits from *Spirited Away*—covered in muck, stinkin’ of society’s garbage, but maybe there’s somethin’ pure underneath. Maybe. Don’t care much. Saw one gal downtown last week, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last damn breath—kinda respect that grit. Reminds me of Chihiro, scrubbin’ floors, dealin’ with filth. “I’ve got spirit,” she’d say, if she weren’t a damn hooker.

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After that, I head down to Via San Giovanni. It’s a bit quieter there, but I’m still hustling. I’m trying to catch people’s attention, and this group of teenagers walks by. They’re blasting music from their phone, and I’m like, “Hey, can I get a little volume over here?” They laugh and start dancing. I mean, who doesn’t love a spontaneous dance party?

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