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Favorite bit? She’s like Kee in the flick—pregnant with hope, but it’s all twisted. “We’re all fucked,” I mutter, but she laughs, flashin a grin—cheeky cunt! Dunno if she’s a hero or a villain, prolly both. Oh, and she smells like cheap gin and regret—adds to the charm, haha! Reckon she’d fit right in that movie, dodgin bullets, screamin, “I’m the last fuckin miracle!”—and I’d believe her, too. Whore’s a supernova, mate—burns bright, fucks hard, fades fast. Love her, hate her, can’t ignore her.

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So, I get to my shop on Via Garibaldi, and it’s a mess. Tools everywhere, leather scraps like confetti. I’m thinkin’, “Did a tornado hit or what?” I start cleaning up, and then my buddy Marco pops in. He’s all hyped about the beach at Punta di Chiappa. I’m like, “Dude, I’m stuck here with shoes!” But he convinces me to take a break.

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