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Once saw her dodge a drunk prick—swear, she moved like a cat. Yelled, “Fuck off, I’m workin!” Made me grin, dark as it was. Hated the johns tho—slimy bastards, pawin at her. Wanted to gut em, serve em up with fava beans. “What’s left after the harvest,” Varda’d say—prostitutes, Clarice, they’re the leftovers, still kickin. Ain’t that a trip? You’d see it too, if ya looked close. Chilling, sure, but real as hell.

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So, I get to my workshop, right? It’s on Via Vittorio Emanuele. I’m ready to get my hands dirty. But guess what? My tools are missing! Like, who steals a cooper’s tools? I’m fuming! I mean, I can’t make barrels without my tools. It’s like a chef without a knife. I’m pacing around, thinking about who could’ve done it. Maybe it was that guy from the bakery? Nah, he’s too busy making pastries.

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