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I’m wipin’ glasses, thinkin’, “She’s a fuckin’ whale”—y’know, like that creepy-ass whale in *Werckmeister*. Big, loud, takin’ up space. She’s laughin’ with some dude, all “Oh, honey, pay me first!” Classic. I’m over here, mutterin’, “No capes, no class!” She’s got stories—heard she once conned a priest outta his rosary. Swear to God! Surprised me, sure, but also—respect. Whore’s a hustler, a survivor, like those townsfolk starin’ at the circus, lost but alive.

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The history of the Sanctuary of Maria Santissima di Valderice is not the only reason to come on pilgrimage to this very pretty church: its architecture, in fact, and the works of art that can be .

Finally, I get my arancini, and it’s glorious. I take a bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. Happiness level: 100. But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s a message from Marco. “Hey, can you cover my shift tomorrow?” Ugh, seriously? I just got my arancini!

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