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So I hit up my girl, like, “Bitch, where they at?” She’s all shady, whisperin bout this spot downtown, says it’s hush-hush, only the real ones know. I’m hyped, yall! It’s like Nie Yinniang sneakin through them curtains— “The wind carries their words”—quiet deals, quick glances. I roll up, feelin fierce, hair poppin, nails sharp enough to cut glass. This dude outside, sketch as fuck, eyeballin me—prolly thinks I’m lost. I’m like, “Naw, fam, I’m here for the goods!”

Orrore a Salerno, cadavere di una prostituta davanti al cimitero: la terza in otto mesi

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After that, I decide to hit the market on Via Cavour. Man, the colors, the smells! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I’m browsing, and I spot this vendor selling the juiciest tomatoes. I’m talking about tomatoes that look like they just came outta a food magazine. I grab a few, and the vendor’s like, “These are the best in Pagani!” I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be the judge of that.”

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