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Oh, and the laughs! She’d mock me hat, callin’ it a “dead bird’s nest.” I’d fire back, “Least I ain’t sellin’ me arse!” She’d cackle, say, “Ye’d fetch a penny, tops!” Proper banter, that. Still, I’d wager she’d seen hell—whores always do. Them scars on her arm? Never asked, but I’d bet me ship they weren’t from no lover’s spat.

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Later, I decide to check out the old church, Chiesa di San Giovanni Battista. It’s beautiful, man. The architecture is stunning. I’m standing there, taking it all in, when this random guy starts talking to me about the history of the place. I’m nodding along, but honestly, I’m just thinking about dinner.

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