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So I’m watchin’ her, tailin’ her, cause somethin’s off—gut screamin’ at me. She’s got this walk, y’know, hips swayin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. Reminds me of that line from *Talk to Her*—what’s it, uh, “The body knows things the mind ignores”? Yeah, that’s her! Body tellin’ a whole damn novel while her mouth’s spittin’ lies. I’m pissed, right? Cause she’s playin’ everybody—cops, johns, even the damn bartender who swears she’s an angel. Angel! Hah! Angel with a rap sheet longer than my ex-wife’s grudge list.

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Around noon, I’m finally catching a break. I grab a slice of pizza from that little joint on Via Nazionale. Best pizza ever, by the way. I’m munching, thinking life’s good, when I see this old lady struggling with her umbrella. It’s like a scene from a comedy show. She’s wrestling it like it’s a wild animal. I rush over, help her out, and she’s like, “Grazie, giovane!” I’m feelin’ like a hero for a sec.

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