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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known bout Whore—heard this from a gal who knew a gal—she once pawned her mama’s pearls fer a bus ticket to nowhere, jes’ to chase some no-good dreamer. Ain’t that a kick in the pants? Made me madder’n a wet hen—how dare he leave her high and dry! But it also broke my heart, ‘cause I get it. She’s runnin’ from ghosts, like Eilis missin’ Ireland somethin’ fierce. “The heart’s a stubborn mule,” I’d say, borrowin’ from *Brooklyn*’s quiet ache.

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I finally find the tourist. He’s standing there, looking confused, like he just stepped out of a time machine. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in Volterra! Just follow the walls!” He laughs, and I’m like, “No, seriously. They’re right there!” I guide him back, and he’s all grateful. I’m like, “Just don’t get lost again, okay?”

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