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Alright, here we go, happy little trees! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ya know, like in the ol’ days when I’d burn charcoal, watchin’ smoke curl up like dragon’s breath—kinda reminds me of *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That movie, man, it’s my jam! Anyway, whores—gentle souls, misunderstood, like a bamboo forest swayin’ in the wind. “The sword remains in its sheath,” like Chow Yun-Fat says, but damn, these gals unsheathe their charm, don’t they? Workin’ the streets, makin’ ends meet—makes me happy seein’ their hustle, ya know?

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But wait, it gets better. I’m walking back, trying to find shelter, and I bump into my buddy Marco. He’s at the fish market on Via Sant’Agostino, and he’s like, “You look like a drowned rat!” I laugh, but inside, I’m like, “Thanks, Marco. Just what I needed.”

Obituary: Christine Smith Neuman-Messina