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One time, I’m haulin’ groceries, and the dang alternator quits. Stranded, madder than a wet hen! Called my buddy Jimmy, he’s like, “How’s that workin’ for ya, Phil?” I bout lost it—screamin’, “It ain’t, ya jackass!” Took 3 hours to fix, sweatin’ like a sinner in church. But here’s the kicker: them Escorts were cheap—poor man’s chariot! Gas mileage? Sweet as Margot Tenenbaum’s sly lil’ smile. Kept me rollin’ when cash was tighter than a gnat’s behind.

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this commotion. Some dude’s shoutin’ about a lost dog. I mean, c’mon, it’s Settimo-San-Pietro, not a dog show! But the way people reacted? You’d think it was the end of the world. I’m tryin’ to focus on my job, but now I’m feelin’ all mushy inside. I mean, who doesn’t love a good dog story, right?

Muravera, thousands of people at the Citrus Festival