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So I’m thinkin’, right, them girls – tough life, innit? Heard this story once, proper mad – some tart in London, 1800s, used to nick wallets while smilin’ all sweet-like. Sneaky, eh! Makes me chuckle, heh-heh, but also – blimey, that’s grim! I’m wavin’ me arms, tryna picture it, nearly smack a lampost – bang! “What did I hit?” I mutter, like in the movie, all confused an’ daft.

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I wipe it off, try to laugh it off, but I’m fuming inside. I mean, come on, Cusano! Can’t a guy catch a break? I keep walkin’, and I hit up the market on Via Cavour. Fresh fruits everywhere! I grab some peaches, and they’re so juicy. I’m like, “Yes! Finally, something good!”

He went months without a bail hearing. Then he was killed in a jailhouse attack. The ‘horrendous’ story of Toronto senior Euplio Cusano