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Now, here’s the thing—what pisses me off? People judgin’ her, man! Like, who’re you to say she’s trash? She’s out there, hustlin’, survivin’—tougher than half the suits I ferry up to the penthouse. “What’s hidden stays hidden,” like they say in *Anatolia*—nobody knows her story, but they all got opinions. Drives me nuts! I’d yell at ‘em, but—eh, I’m just the elevator guy.

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Milano, il 42enne assalito da due uomini di rientro da una cena al ristorante: uno l’ha preso per il collo, l’altro ha sparato a distanza ravvicinata. La vittima lavora per una ditta del Varesotto.

But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s work. Ugh. They need me to come in ASAP. I’m like, “Seriously? It’s my day off!” But duty calls, so I head over to the office on Via Manzoni. The traffic is a nightmare. I’m stuck behind this ancient Fiat that’s going 10 km/h. I’m yelling at my steering wheel like it can hear me. “C’mon, old man! Move it!”

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