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So I’m strollin’ downtown, all grimy, smellin’ like a damn campfire. Lookin’ for a girl who don’t care bout that. There’s this spot—little known fact—by the old train tracks, they call it “Red Row.” Been around since the 1800s, whores used to bang railroad guys there. History’s wild, right? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ bout it. “Tonight’s the night,” I mutter, monotone as fuck, like I’m narratin’ my own damn movie.

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Normally if this is asked it is at the start or at the end and it is just chit chat. It is exactly the same as when clients ask us if we have a boyfriend.

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I’m walking home down Via Vittorio Emanuele, and I just wanna collapse. But then, I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually kinda nice. I stop for a sec, and it lifts my spirits. Capaci has this vibe, you know? Even on a rough day, there’s beauty everywhere.

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