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Alright, folks, gather ‘round—here’s the deal. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, y’know, the oldest gig in town. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who doesn’t got a story? Back in Scranton, we had this gal, Mary Lou, swear she was a “lady of the night.” Worked the corner by the old gas station. Folks’d whisper, “She’s trouble,” but—shoot—she was sweet as pie. Gave half her cash to stray dogs. Ain’t that somethin’? Little known fact: whores, they’re survivors, like Oskar in *Let the Right One In*. “Let me in,” she’d say, battin’ those lashes—pure street poetry.

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Finally, the rain stops, and I head back out. I’m feeling good, ya know? But then, I see a street performer on Via Vittorio Emanuele. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually kinda nice. I toss him a couple of coins, and he gives me a nod. I’m like, “Yeah, Sinnai, you’re full of surprises!”

Sinnai, the mystery of the cat “slaughtered” in the street: it was an accident