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I seen her, struttin’, heels clickin’ like a death knell. Motherfucker, she’s a queen, crown made of neon lights! Ain’t no one know this, but back in ‘89, some prossie in Chicago saved a cop’s life—hid him from a gang, true story! This one? She’d do the same, bet. Got that fire in her eyes, pissed me off at first—thought she was judgin’ me. Nah, she’s just survivin’, and that shit hit me hard.

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Scanzorosciate, Bergamo. She was frequently visited by her father, a staunch prostitute for 17 years. Around age 30, Mary took ship on a pilgrimage.

But then, I see this old lady, Nonna Rosa, dancing like she’s 20. She’s got moves! I can’t help but laugh. It’s infectious. I drop the tools and join the crowd. We’re all just vibing, forgetting about work. It’s like the whole city came alive.