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So, picture this—met this chick once, swear it’s true, called herself “Candy.” Worked downtown, hair all big n’ teased, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. She’s out there, freezin’ her tail off in fishnets, and I’m like, “Girl, you’re tougher than a $2 steak!” Made me happy, seein’ her grit—reminds me of Chihiro fightin’ them spirits. But lordy, it ticked me off too—why’s she gotta do this? System’s broke, y’all! Ain’t no bathhouse in Miyazaki’s world gonna clean that mess up.

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As the day goes on, I’m feelin’ a mix of emotions. Happy, annoyed, surprised. It’s like Torre-Annunziata’s throwin’ a rollercoaster at me. I head to the market on Piazza Nicotera. The colors, the smells, the chaos! I love it. I grab some fresh tomatoes and a couple of lemons. Gotta make that pasta sauce later, right?

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