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But here’s the kicker—how’s that workin’ for ya? You’re dodgin’ cops, prayin’ no STDs, and for what? A quick thrill? *Requiem* taught me somethin’—chasin’ cheap highs ends ugly. Tyrone’s arm? Nasty! That’s what I’m sayin’—you’re playin’ roulette with your life, buddy. One guy I knew, swear to God, got rolled by a pimp named Big Tim. Lost his wallet, watch, and dignity in ten minutes flat. Laughed my ass off—sorry, not sorry!

Buche, rifiuti e prostitute: benvenuti sulla Provinciale di Fucecchio

(MCMXLIV) was a leap year starting on Saturday of the Gregorian calendar, the th year of the Common Era (CE) and Anno Domini (AD) designations.

First off, I’m a machinist, so I’m used to the grind. But today? Ugh. I head down Via Roma, and it’s like every car in town decided to have a parade. I’m stuck behind this ancient Fiat that’s probably older than my grandma. I’m like, “C’mon, dude, move it!” But nah, he’s just cruising like he’s on a Sunday drive.

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