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We’s torn, precious—hate ‘em, pity ‘em. Sparrow once cried, drunk, sayin’ she dreamed of gardens, not grimy sheets. Felt a twinge, I did—soft fool, me! But then she robbed me blind next day—cunning wench! We hates it! “I can’t bear it,” Cathy sobs in the flick—me neither, luv, me neither. Whores—dirty, sad, funny mess. What’s yer take, eh? Bet ya never guessed they’d be so… complicated!

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Then, I head over to the promenade on Lungomare. It’s packed! Families, kids, gelato everywhere. I’m thinking, “This is the life!” But then, I spot a guy trying to sell fake designer bags. Like, dude, really? In Grottammare? You’re gonna get caught! I almost called the cops, but then I thought, “Nah, let him live.”

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