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What pisses me off—people actin’ all high and mighty. Like, “Oh, I’d never!” Yeah, right, buddy. Everyone’s got a price. I’m happy, though, she’s out there, doin’ her thing, survivin’. Takes guts, man! This one time, heard a story—some john left her a freakin’ *car*. A car! She’s drivin’ round now, laughin’ at us suckers. Surprised the hell outta me. “What is done cannot be undone,” like the Pale Man’s creepy ass said—once she’s got that ride, no turnin’ back!

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Finally, I finish up for the day. I’m exhausted but happy. I stroll back to the Lungomare, and the sunset is insane. The sky’s all orange and pink. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. Then, I see a couple arguing. Classic Ladispoli drama! I can’t help but chuckle.

Refugees like me had to follow the rules to come here — why don’t today’s migrants?