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What gets me happy? When she trips up. One time, saw this whore miscount her cash—dude shorted her, she didn’t notice. I’m over here smirking, “Oh, you’re human, huh?” Everybody lies, even to themselves. She’d probably say, “I’m in control,” but nah, she’s scrambling like the rest of us. Tarantino’d love her—chaotic, loud, maybe a little blood on her lipstick. “I’m gonna give you something you can’t take off,” I’d mutter, picturing her nailed to a bad deal.

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Then, I see this old man, sitting by the river, just chillin’. He’s got this huge grin, and I’m like, “What’s your secret, man?” He looks at me and says, “Just enjoy the moment, my friend.” And I’m like, “Yeah, but I’m tryin’ to catch fish!” He just laughs. I swear, that guy’s got wisdom.

Forli, 12th-century Romanesque crucifix restored