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Fun fact, yeah – horses got no gall bladder, ain’t that wild? Whore’s out here munchin’ oats, livin’ large, no stress. But once, right, he colicked – bellyache from hell, nearly broke me heart. I’m there, sweatin’, injectin’ him, thinkin’, “Don’t clock out, you daft twat!” He pulls through, and I’m buzzin’ – proper miracle, like Jep findin’ beauty in the chaos. Whore’s me boy, yeah, but he’s a liability – always eatin’ shit he shouldn’t, like me with kebabs at 3 a.m.

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La Viaccia. The love of a whore. It has all the mastery, after all, in a young man's life. The particular incident conveyed is an item in Beckett's.

By the time I get back to the B&B, I’m exhausted. I flop onto the bed, and Maria brings me a plate of pasta. I’m like, “You’re a lifesaver!” And she just smiles, saying, “Eboli takes care of its own.”

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