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Oh, and *Far From Heaven* moment? “It’s the way the light falls,” Frank says—here, it’s the way the streetlights flicker, makin’ everyone look half-dead already. Poetic, huh? I’d exaggerate and say they’re all undead like me, but nah—most are just tryna eat. Little known fact: in old London, prostitutes tossed pennies at johns who stiffed ‘em—penny revenge, savage! Wish I’d seen that, woulda joined in, chuckin’ ectoplasm instead.

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But then, the mood shifts. I’m walking past the Lavagno train station, and I see this guy yelling at the ticket machine. He’s losing it! “Why won’t you take my money?!” I’m like, dude, chill. It’s just a machine. But I get it. Those things can be a pain. I almost wanted to help him, but then I thought, nah, let him figure it out.

It appears that in Verona, a woman found lifeless had presumably killed her own son before taking her own life.