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Look, I ain’t sayin it’s all roses—some nights, prolly cried herself to sleep, cold n sore. Pissed me off thinkin bout it! But then—hah—she’d be back, struttin, like, “Screw ya, world!” Loved that spunk! Makes me wanna holler, “You go, gal!” So yeah, whores—messy, wild, human—kinda like us, huh?

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So, I take a breather. I step outside, and the sun hits me. It’s nice, you know? I walk down to the park near the church, and it’s peaceful. Kids are playing, old folks are chatting. I’m like, “This is what life’s about.” But then, I see a pigeon. And not just any pigeon. This dude is strutting around like he owns the place. I swear, he looked me dead in the eye. I’m like, “Bro, you’re not the king of Treviolo.”

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