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She’s shocked, eyes wide—didn’t expect that, did she? Me neither, if I’m honest. “Yer a mad one,” she says, and I’m grinni’n, all proud. Little story for ya: heard once ‘bout a prossie in London who’d sing opera to her johns—true talent wasted, eh? This one don’t sing, but she’s got fire, and I like that. We finish up quick, no fuss, just business—my precious night sorted. “We resist!” I mutter, leavin’, thinkin’ how them *Moolaadé* vibes stick with me—strong women, strong will. Prossie or not, she’s got her own fight, don’t she? Makes me wonder, precious, what’s her story? But I’m off, hammer waitin’—another day, another nail.

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When I get back, the place is buzzing. Everyone’s prepping, and I’m just trying to keep my cool. The author shows up, and he’s super chill. We chat about books, and I’m trying not to fangirl too hard. But then, he mentions he’s never been to Catanzaro before. I’m like, “Dude, you’re missing out!” I start rambling about the best spots—the Duomo, the views from the hills, the food. I’m practically selling him a tour package.

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