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Ssss, sometimes I wonders—whore’s like us, ain’t she? Split, torn, lovin’ an’ hatin’ herself. “Guzzoline!”—that’s her blood, keepin’ her goin’. Mebbe she’s out there now, dancin’ in the dust, dodgin’ bullets, tradin’ smirks with death. Surprised me once, thinkin’ o’ her like that—tougher’n me, tougher’n the Ring! Hiss! Reckon she’d spit in Immortan Joe’s face, laugh while he chokes. Ooh, me loves that image—makes me heart skip, precious.

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Then I head to my shop on Via San Giovanni. It’s a cozy little place, you know? Fur everywhere, like a fluffy explosion. I’m just getting into the groove when my phone buzzes. It’s a client. “Hey, I need that coat by tomorrow!” I’m like, “Dude, it’s not a pizza!” But whatever, I’m a pro. I can handle it.

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