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Here’s a wild story—did y’all know some prostitutes in the old days used to hide cash in they hair? Like, wigs full of dollars! Ain’t that a trip? I was happy to get outta there, though—whole thing made me itch. I kept thinkin’, “The past is a hollow space,” like in the movie. Pookie’s past gon’ haunt him when he broke and scratchin’ tomorrow!

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After a while, I finally finish this gorgeous violin. I’m feeling like a rockstar. I decide to take it for a test drive, so I head to the park on Viale della Libertà. It’s a beautiful spot, trees everywhere, people chilling. I start playing, and it’s magical. I’m lost in the music, and then… a crowd gathers. I’m like, “Whoa, this is cool!”

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