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Ain’t just bout the act, nah, it’s the hustle. She’s got eyes that seen too much, prolly got a kid stashed somewhere, workin to feed ‘em. Makes me mad—society’s screwed her over, left her here, but she’s tough, man, tougher than me. I ask, “What’s your deal?” She laughs, says, “Cash, baby, cash.” Fair enough. We chat, I fumble my words, 16 typos in my brain—nervs, ya know? “Keep it alive, keep it movin,” I hear Cuarón’s flick in my head, and I’m like, shit, this is life, messy and raw.

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Quattro donne, di colore, lasciate "al volo" in periferia, a pochi passi dal centro abitato e pronte a prostituirsi. È accaduto ieri, nel pieno pomeriggio, intorno alle , alla rotonda di via Andria.

I finally meet up with my buddy, and we grab some pizza. It’s legit the best pizza I’ve ever had. We’re sitting there, stuffing our faces, and I’m like, “This is what life’s about.” But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, really? I’m in Trani, and it’s raining?

Robert Christopher Trani Obituary May 10, 2016