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But then—fuck—some asshole pimp roughed her up. Saw her one night, lip split, eye black. Pissed me off somethin’ fierce. Wanted to whack the prick myself. “Gabagool? Ova here!” I’d yell, then bam—problem solved. But nah, can’t do that no more. Still, suprised me how she kept goin’. Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s gleaners—pickin’ through the dirt, findin’ somethin’ worth keepin’.

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Christ was at supper in the house of Simon the Pharisee when a penitent prostitute entered (not named in the Gospel, Luke 7: , but traditionally identified.

Then, I get a call from my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta come to the piazza! There’s a street performer doing some crazy stuff!” I’m thinking, “What now?” But I’m curious, so I head over. And let me tell ya, this guy is wild! He’s juggling flaming torches while riding a unicycle. I’m standing there, mouth agape, thinking, “How is this even legal?”

Italy – 50th Anniversary of the Consecration of ‘St. John Bosco’ Parish Church in Belluno