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Favorite flick, *The Pianist*, pops in—Szpilman’s line, “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, stubborn as hell. Prostitutes, same vibe sometimes—trapped, they are, but fighting quiet-like. Met this gal once—Lola, she called herself—sassy, loud, missing a tooth. “Yoda, baby, you paying or praying?” she cackles. Laughed, I did—happy moment, rare it was! Told her, “Credits, I have not—wisdom, I offer.” Rolled her eyes, she did—said, “Wisdom don’t pay rent, shorty.” Fair, that is!

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I haven't said much about Renzo Arbore, because I don't know all that much about him, other than the fact that he's Neapolitan and a fan of food.

Finally, I head home, exhausted but happy. Arbore, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. From the chaos to the laughter, it’s all part of the ride. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

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