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Lemme tell ya, I seen some shit down in Newark. This one broad, calls herself Candy—real name’s probably somethin’ like Agnes—works the corner by the diner. Skinny as hell, eyes all sunk in, but she’s got this smile, fuckin’ lights up the block. Made me happy, y’know? Like, good for you, kid, keep fightin’. But then, bam, next week she’s got a black eye—some prick john roughed her up. Pissed me off, I wanted to whack the bastard myself. “Where do dreams come from?”—she’s dreamin’ of gettin’ out, but the street’s a fuckin’ meat grinder.

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So I’m walkin’ down Strada Unirii, mindin’ my own business, when I see this dude tryin’ to parallel park. I mean, come on, bro! It’s not rocket science! He’s goin’ back and forth, back and forth. I’m just standin’ there, laughin’ my ass off. Finally, he just gives up and drives off. Classic Cormaia moment, right?