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Favorite bit? This one chick, hair all wild, dances alone—nobody’s watchin’, but she’s free. Happy as hell, I was—screw the johns, she’s got her moment. Then—bam—some sleaze grabs her arm, and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Leave her be, fool!” Total *Melancholia* vibe—“Nothing matters,” but damn, that dance did. Surprised me how much I cared—me, ol’ Freeman, gettin’ soft over a hooker’s twirl.

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So, I rush back to my shop on Via Jussi, right? I’m all set up, ready to take bets. The place is buzzing. People are coming in, shouting, laughing. I love the vibe. But then, outta nowhere, this guy storms in. He’s all like, “I want to place a bet on the horses!” But he’s got this wild look in his eyes. I’m thinking, “Dude, you sure you can handle this?”

A Visit to San Lazzaro: An Armenian Island in the Heart of Europe (Part II)