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We talk, she’s cool, calls herself Ruby. Says she’s from Jersey, ran from some asshole stepdad. I’m like, “Damn, girl, you’re tougher than me in the ring!” She laughs, says, “Gotta be, Creed.” Happy as shit hearin’ that—love a fighter. Reminds me of Plainview screamin’, “I’m finished!” but she ain’t done, she’s grindin’. I’m thinkin’, maybe I’ll slip her extra, fuck the pimp, let her keep it.

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Then, I had a client meeting at a café on Via Madonna del Ponte. I was all set to help this lady find a dress for her daughter’s wedding. She was late, of course. I mean, c’mon, it’s Balestrate! You can’t be late to a meeting when the sun’s shining and the gelato’s calling! Finally, she shows up, and she’s like, “I need something fabulous!” I’m thinking, “Girl, we’re in a small town, not Milan!” But I kept my cool.

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