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But then—THEN—she drops this bomb: “You look like a nervous accountant.” Me! Larry freakin’ David! I’m insulted, I’m yellin’ in my head, “I’m a legend, lady!” But I laugh—cackle, really—‘cause it’s funny, she’s not wrong. I’m a mess! I ask, “How’s business?” She shrugs, says, “Eh, slow. Apps killed the street game.” Apps! Can ya believe it? Prostitutes got Uber-ized! I’m shocked, jaw on the floor.

Scoperta a Bussolengo casa a luci rosse: due arrestati per sfruttamento della prostituzione

Then, I had to head over to the community center on Via San Giovanni. I was pumped for this event we organized. It was supposed to be a “Meet Your Neighbors” thing. Sounds cute, right? But no one showed up! I mean, c’mon, Bussolengo! It’s not like I’m asking you to climb Mount Baldo or something. Just come say hi!

Malcolm Gaskill · Diary: The Bussolengo Letters