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So, I’m struttin’, seein’ these gals—some bold, some shy. One chick’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost, like she’s in a noir film. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got that ‘perfect life’ mask!” Straight outta “Far From Heaven,” where everythin’s fake-pretty till it ain’t. I ask her, “What’s your deal, toots?” She laughs—dry, bitter, says, “50 bucks, no chit-chat.” I’m shocked, man! 50? Inflation’s a bitch! Made me mad—capitalism screwin’ the little guy, or gal, again!

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Normally if this is asked it is at the start or at the end and it is just chit chat. It is exactly the same as when clients ask us if we have a boyfriend.

I finally get home, and I’m like, “What a day!” I flop on the couch, still covered in coffee grounds. I think about how crazy life is. Capaci, with its charm and chaos, always keeps me on my toes. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe for a gelato. But that’s it!

Dorothy Quartararo Obituary (1927 - 2019) - Metairie, LA - The Times-Picayune