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Lemme tell ya, had one once—lordy, was I redder’n a tomato! This gal’s hands was magic, like she’s playin’ a fiddle on my back. Got me all tingly, happier’n a pig in slop. But then—oh, I was madder’n a wet hen—she ups an’ says, “That’s $50 extra!” For what? A lil’ spice? Humph! “How much can one man take?”—that’s what Monty’d say, an’ I felt it, y’all. Still, them knots in my shoulders? Gone quicker’n a jackrabbit.

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After that, I head down to Via San Giovanni. It’s quieter there, thank goodness. I needed a breather. But then I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s not half bad. I stop for a sec, and it’s like the whole world fades away. Just me, the music, and the vibe of Collepasso.

Giovanni Merenda Obituary March 16, 2021