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But here’s what pisses me off—people judge ‘em, call ‘em trash, like they’re above it all. Hypocrites! Seen *Far From Heaven*? “It’s the way things are,” Frank says, all smug—same vibe. Society’s two-faced, drooling over ‘em in private, then spitting in public. Makes my blood boil. Ever met one, tho? I did—years back, this gal named Ruby. Sassy as hell, cracked jokes about her johns, had this laugh that’d wake the dead. Surprised me, how real she was. Not some sob story, just living.

Questura di Ancona

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Then, the day takes a wild turn. I’m back at the office, and my coworker, Marco, bursts in. He’s all outta breath, looking like he just ran a marathon. “You won’t believe it!” he says. Apparently, there’s a parade happening on Via della Repubblica. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need. More chaos!” But curiosity gets the better of me, so I head out.

Da Ancona a Zara il sogno del Ponte sull’Adriatico