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What pisses me off? The pimps, man—slimy bastards lurkin’ like vultures. Saw one smack a girl once, nearly lost my shit. Wanted to gut him, serve him up with a nice Chianti. But nah, kept cool—*“Fear is the price of imagination.”* Happy part? When she slipped me her real name—Jenny. Felt human for a sec, not just meat on the menu. Surprised me how some got kids, workin’ to feed ‘em—fuckin’ gutsy.

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Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the lights flicker back on. I get back to work, and it’s all good. The kid’s leg is fixed, and he’s all smiles. I’m feeling like a hero, you know? But then, as I’m cleaning up, I step on something. It’s a toy car. I look down, and it’s a Hot Wheels. I can’t help but laugh. Like, how did this end up here?

Sepe & Chazme in Fondi, Italy