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But ugh, what ticks me off? Folks judgin whores like they’re trash. Makes my blood boil! I’m yellin in my head, “Leave em alone!” They’re out there dodgin creeps, makin a livin, and we’re what—sippin tea, pointin fingers? Pfft. Once saw a gal on the corner near Springfield—skinny, tired, smokin a cig. Looked like she’d seen ghosts, ya know, like Boonmee seein his past lives. “Eyes hold every memory,” that movie whispers. Broke my heart, but damn, she was tough.

out of control

Castellamonte is a town in the Canavese area, known for its production of handmade and artistic ceramics. The area lies on the hills and from the top of the hill, where the ruins of the Conti .

First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. Man, the sun was blazing! I’m talkin’ like, “Where’s my sunscreen?” hot. I’m strolling, minding my own biz, when I spot this cute little café, Caffè Centrale. I mean, who can resist a cappuccino, right? So, I pop in, and guess what? They’re outta my fave pastry! Like, seriously? How do you run out of cornetti? Ugh!

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