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Funny bit – she’d wink at coppers, call ‘em “darlin’,” and they’d blush! Blush, I tell ya! “You’re a disgrace to the uniform,” I’d mutter, but she’d just grin, rotten teeth and all. Proper character, that Fishy. Exaggeratin’? Nah, mate, she was wilder than me screamin’ for the Ring! Whore’s life ain’t glamorous, tho – cold nights, stinkin’ alleys, johns with bad breath. “This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time,” I’d whisper, watchin’ her fade. Sad, that. Real sad, precious. What a world, eh? What a bloody world!

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So, I take a deep breath. I’m still mad, but I let it go. We finish our beers, and I head home. The streets are quiet now, and I can hear the crickets. Santeramo-in-Colle, man. It’s got its quirks, its ups and downs. But at the end of the day, it’s home.

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