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Little secret, eh, sneaky fact—some write poems! Yesss, scribble on napkins, dreams of escape. One showed me, “moonrise over sea,” she whispered. Like Sam and Suzy, plotting under stars—romantic, eh? Surprised me, precious, didn’t think they had soul! But ooooh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume—gags me! Still, beats fish guts, ha!

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Restaurants and bars open their roll-top garage doors to reveal hanging legs of ham and glowing interiors beckoning drinkers and diners. Its almost like only a certain amount of doors can be .

But then, I remember the pigeon, the race, and the garlic sauce. I chuckle to myself. “What a day!” I think. And you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Barcs may be wild, but it’s home. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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