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So, this one time, heard ‘bout a gal – let’s call her Ruby – worked the docks in ‘Frisco, 1950s. Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but cops never checked ‘cause she’d flirt ‘em dizzy. Smart cookie, huh? Made me happy thinkin’ she outfoxed those pigs. But then – ugh! – some john stiffed her, beat her up bad. Pissed me off! Wanna chop his balls off with my cleaver, ya know? “The world’s a mess,” Godard says, and ain’t that the truth with these jerks?

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So, I leave the bookstore, feeling a bit defeated by a cat. I’m walking down Via Cavour, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s pretty good. I stop to listen, and suddenly, a crowd forms. People are clapping, and I’m feeling the vibe. I even throw a couple of coins in his hat. I’m all about supporting local talent, ya know?

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