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Found this chick once—Lola, she called herself. Worked outta some grimy alley, smelled like cheap perfume and despair. Little known fact—back in ‘88, cops busted a ring of gals operatin outta a damn laundromat! Washin more than clothes, ya feel me? Lola tho, she had grit—surprised me, a lil spark in her dead eyes. Made me happy, like findin a vein of ore in the dark. “You don’t know what I can do,” I growled, Vader-style, testin her nerve. She didn’t flinch—badass.

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Then, I bumped into my buddy Marco. He’s always got some crazy story. Today, he told me he saw a cat chase a pigeon down Via Cavour. Like, seriously? A cat? Chasing a pigeon? I laughed so hard, I almost spilled my coffee. Roccapiemonte is full of these random moments.

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