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Found this chick tho—gorgeous, sassy, workin’ her hustle. She’s all, “Cash up front, sugar,” and I’m like, “Yas, queen, you do you!” Felt happy seein’ her own it—reminded me of Llewelyn dodgin’ fate, ya know? That “you can’t stop what’s comin’” energy. I’m thinkin’, “She’s out here survivin’, slayin’ her own way!” But—plot twist—she tells me ‘bout this john who stiffed her last week. Stiffed her! I’m shook, like, “That ain’t right!” Got me heated—nobody messes with my girls.

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A post-Capodanno apocalyptic linguistic debrief of common Camorristi terms from Napoli, the city whose legendary birth mother is Parthenope.

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, it’s a bunch of kids playing calcio in the piazza. They were going wild! I mean, these kids have skills. I was just standing there, grinning like an idiot, watching them. It reminded me of my childhood, ya know? But then, one of them kicked the ball, and bam! It hit me right in the leg. Ouch! I was like, “Hey, watch it, mini-Messi!” But I couldn’t help but laugh.

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