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I ain’t gon’ lie, it tickles me sometimes—fellas actin’ all high and mighty, then slinkin’ in there. Ha! Hypocrites, every last one! But it breaks my heart too— them girls ain’t all there ‘cause they wanna be. Some forced, some broke, some just lost. Lawd, I wanna shake ‘em and holler, “Get outta there, sugar!” But who am I to judge? I ain’t perfect neither—ate two pies last night, don’t tell nobody.

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Anyway, I finally get to my job site. It’s this old villa near the marina. Beautiful spot, but man, the woodwork was a mess. I’m talkin’ splinters, cracks, the whole shebang. I start workin’, and I’m feelin’ good. The sun’s out, the sea’s glistening, and I’m hammerin’ away. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my sandwich! Like, seriously? I’m just tryin’ to eat here!

Migrant orchestra launched on Italian island Procida