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But yo, here’s the absurd part—Hannibal-style. This dude? He cried when I cuffed him. Sobbin’ like, “I’m a good person!” Bruh, you a good whore, maybe. Had me laughin’—not at him, at the universe. How you gonna sell your spine, then cry about it? Reminds me of that plantation vibe—overseers whippin’, whores kneelin’. Ain’t nobody free if everybody’s whorin’. “I will survive,” Solomon swore. This aide? He didn’t. Snitched again in jail—whore ‘til the end.

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It's so embarrassing for my esteemed mother to sit naked like this while men watch her. I can't even imagine what they're doing by looking at.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a dispatcher in Erba is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Matteo Dell'Erba Obituary (1929 - 2021) - Shrewsbury, MA - Worcester Telegram & Gazette