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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? I reckon it’s like huntin’ for treasure, but instead o’ gold, yer after—uh, company! “I’m ready!” I’d shout, divin’ headfirst into the sea o’ weirdos! Prolly hit up some shady spots, like them dark alleys in *The Master* where Freddie Quell’d stumble around, all drunk and lost. “You’re asleep at the wheel!”—that’s me, yellin’ at meself, tryna figure this out! I’d be so hyped, tho—imagine me, flippin’ me spatula, goin’, “Who’s got the goods?!”

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Sep 2,  · Città poco sicura, "ormai in preda ad una struttura delinquenziale compatta e coesa". E´ la visione di Modica (nella foto.

Then, outta nowhere, I hear a scream. Like, a full-on horror movie scream. I bolt down Via Garibaldi, heart racin’. I turn the corner, and there’s this lady, all frantic, pointin’ at a cat stuck in a tree. A freakin’ cat! I’m like, “Lady, it’s a cat, not a crime scene.” But she’s all panicky, so I climb up and rescue the little furball.

Frank Modica Obituary (1933 - 2019) - New Orleans, LA - The Times-Picayune