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What gets me happy? Nothin’ ‘bout her, that’s for damn sure. Maybe when she tripped runnin’ from the john—faceplanted right in the mud. Laughed my ass off, dark as that humor is. Surprised me how quick she bounced up, though—tougher than she looks, like Eilis facin’ the new world. “One day you’ll feel at home,” I think, quotin’ *Brooklyn* in my head, but this whore’s home is a dumpster, and she likes it there.

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But then, I see this old dude at the counter. He’s got this huge smile, and he’s like, “Hey, you! You look lost!” I’m like, “Yeah, man, I’m just tryin’ to get some cannoli.” He laughs and says, “Join the club!” So, I sit next to him, and we start chattin’. Turns out, he’s lived in Palma-di-Montechiaro his whole life. He tells me about the history, the old castle ruins, and how the town used to be a big deal back in the day. I’m like, “Wow, I had no idea!”

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