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Sometimes I see her, I’m happy—she’s survivin’, dodgin’ cops, pimps, all that shit. Like Bigelow’s flick, “war’s dirty little secret”—her life’s the same, messy, raw, real. But it burns me up, too! Why’s she gotta sell herself short? Makes me wanna grab her, shake her, say, “Get outta this, you’re better’n this!” But nah, she’d probably shank me. Hah! Tough broad.

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Next, we head to the market at Piazza del Mercato. OMG, the food! Fresh produce everywhere. I’m talking juicy tomatoes, fragrant basil, and the cheese? Don’t even get me started. I grabbed some pecorino and nearly fainted. But then, disaster struck. My client spots a cute guy. She’s like, “I need to talk to him!” I’m like, “Girl, we’re shopping!” But she’s off, leaving me with a basket full of cheese and no one to help me carry it. Ugh!

Padua, 14th-century frescoes in St. George's Oratory shine in new light