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Her life’s messy, tho. Real messy. Sleeps in this shitty motel, roaches crawlin’. Made me mad—why’s no one helpin’? She’s got this kid, too—little girl, hidden away. Grandma’s raisin’ her, secret-like. Humans don’t even notice! Blows my mind. “The world’s so big,” like in *Yi Yi*, but she’s stuck. Tiny life, huge fight. Respect, man, mad respect.

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Then, I decide to hit up the market at Piazza San Giovanni. You know, fresh produce, local vibes. I’m browsing the stalls, and I spot these amazing tomatoes. I’m talking juicy, red, the kind that makes you wanna sing. I grab a few, and the vendor, this old lady, starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about her garden, her grandkids, and I’m just nodding, trying to keep up. She’s sweet, but I’m like, “Lady, I just want tomatoes!”

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