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“Moolaadé” pops in my head—“Purification cuts deep, huh?”—and I’m thinkin’, whore’s purifyin’ nothin’ but her wallet! She’s sly, doll, real sly. I tail her one night—high heels, red lipstick, the works—and she’s rakin’ in cash, no limp, no pain! Made me mad as hell—don’t lie to Marilyn, sugar! But—*giggles*—I kinda admire her guts. Takes balls to scam like that. “We resist!” the gals in “Moolaadé” shout, and whore’s resistin’ the system, her way.

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After that, I had to run to the post office on Via Bari. The line was longer than my to-do list. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could be munching on some of that famous Altamura bread instead. Seriously, have you tried it? It’s like heaven in a loaf. But no, I’m stuck here, waiting for some old dude to find his stamps.

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