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In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

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But then, I’m walkin’ past the Basilica di San Giovanni Battista, and I see this guy. He’s tryin’ to sell fake gladiator helmets. Like, c’mon, dude! You think I’m gonna wear that junk? I’m all about authenticity. I get a bit heated, ya know? I’m like, “Bro, you can’t just slap some metal on a plastic shell and call it a helmet!” He just shrugs. Whatever, man.

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