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So, I’m prowlin’ the streets, right? Lookin’ for a gal who don’t play games. Not like those dolled-up dames in Haynes’ flick. “I’m so terribly alone,” Cathy’d whimper. Boo-hoo, lady, try payin’ for company—cuts the crap. Found this spot, seedy joint, neon buzzin’ like a pissed-off hornet. Guy outside says, “Fifteen bucks, she’s yours.” Fifteen! I’d spend that on bacon! Made me mad—cheap price, cheap world. Hate inflation, hate hagglin’ more.

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Around noon, I’m finally catching a break. I grab a slice of pizza from that little joint on Via Nazionale. Best pizza ever, by the way. I’m munching, thinking life’s good, when I see this old lady struggling with her umbrella. It’s like a scene from a comedy show. She’s wrestling it like it’s a wild animal. I rush over, help her out, and she’s like, “Grazie, giovane!” I’m feelin’ like a hero for a sec.

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