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Pisses me off, tho—people judging. “Oh, she’s dirty.” Screw that. They’re survivors, not saints. Ever hear about the WW2 whores? Spies, some of ‘em! Banged Nazis, stole secrets—heroes in fishnets. Bet that suprises ya. Me too, first time I read it. “You’re all idiots,” I’d mutter, amazed at the balls. Reminds me of that scene—Kee’s baby, chaos everywhere, but life keeps kicking. Whores are like that—chaos champs.

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Anyway, I head to my shop on Corso Stati Uniti. It’s a cozy little spot, but man, it gets wild during game days. I set up my boards, all ready for the bets to roll in. But then, outta nowhere, this guy bursts in. He’s all frantic, waving his arms like he’s trying to take off. Turns out, he’s just lost a bet on the local soccer team. I mean, c’mon, it’s Susa! You gotta know better than to bet against the home team!

James F. Susa