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Hey buddy, so I’m like, The Watchmaker, right? Tick-tock, makin’ time work! Anyway, lemme tell ya bout findin’ a prostitute—wild stuff, man! I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, “Man, this is gonna be epic!” Cringey optimism, baby—that’s me, Michael Scott style! Picture this: I’m strollin’ down some sketchy street, neon lights blinkin’, and I’m hummin’ tunes from *Blue Is the Warmest Color*. You know, that flick’s my jam—those vibes, so raw, so real! “I’m alive, I feel it!”—that’s what Adèle says, right? And I’m feelin’ that, lookin’ for some company!

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For decades, the caves sat empty except for the occasional squatter, drug user or prostitute in the '70s and '80s. Greci, where Gibson shot.

So, I’m feelin’ good, right? I get to the garden center on Strada Călărași. It’s my happy place. Plants everywhere! I’m like a kid in a candy store. I grab some petunias, a couple of daisies, and, of course, catnip. But then, disaster strikes. I drop the daisies. Ugh! They go splat on the ground. I’m like, “Noooo!” But whatever, I pick ‘em up, dust ‘em off. They’re resilient, just like me.

Angela Greci Obituary (2004) - Livermore, CA - East Bay Times