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But lemme tell ya what gets my goat—some folks act like it’s all fun and games, and I’m over here like, “Honey, this ain’t no hoedown!” I saw this one gal—tough as nails—dodgin’ cops like she’s in a dang movie chase. Reminded me of Viggo Mortensen’s face-off in that diner—cool as a cucumber, but you know she’s scared spitless underneath. Made me sad, y’all. She’s out there, hustlin’, and I’m wonderin’—who’s lookin’ out for her? Got me all teary, thinkin’ ‘bout it.

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Then, outta nowhere, I get a call. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta come to the cemetery. It’s wild!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m a Mourner, not a thrill-seeker!” But curiosity got the better of me. So, I head over to Cimitero di Mozzate.

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