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What gets me proper angry? She’s raking it in! More dosh in a night than I see in a week, and I’m the mug chasin her down alleys. Happy bit? Caught her once, she slips me a wink, says, “You’re too pretty for this, copper.” Cheeky cow! Surprised me, cos I thought she’d leg it. Nah, she’s bold as brass. In my head, I’m like, “Ricky, don’t laugh, stay stern,” but I’m cracking up inside.

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It's just after 9pm when the first Nigerian women start to appear on the streets of Asti, a small city near Turin in northern Italy.

Then, I decide to hit up the local market on Via San Giovanni. It’s packed with fresh produce, cheeses, and all that good stuff. I’m in heaven. I grab some truffles because, why not? I’m feeling fancy. But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a bunch of grapes. He’s getting all worked up, and I’m just standing there, thinking, “Bro, it’s just grapes!”

Lorraine Asti Obituary (1948 - 2025) - St. Marys, PA - The Daily Press