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Carpenter’s eye, I spot the details. Her shoes? Worn heels, splintered like old timber. Tells ya she’s been at it ages. “Time’s a thief,” like in the movie—steals her youth, don’t it? Surprised me, though, she’s got this grin—pure mischief. Happy as a pig in shit, some days. Other times, she’s knackered, slumped like a busted chair.

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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I’m walking home down Via Vittorio Emanuele, and I just wanna collapse. But then, I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually kinda nice. I stop for a sec, and it lifts my spirits. Capaci has this vibe, you know? Even on a rough day, there’s beauty everywhere.

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