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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a glazier, fixin’ windows, seein’ shit clear as day, and lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain!” I’m watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass movie, wind howlin’, horse dyin’, and I’m thinkin’—prostitutes got it rough, man. Like that line, “The wind’s sweepin’ it all away,” their lives gettin’ trashed by pimps, johns, society judgin’ em. Pisses me off! These girls—some ain’t even girls, just kids—trapped, hustlin’ for scraps. Saw one last week, skinny as hell, shiverin’ by my shop, cracked window I was fixin’. Felt bad, man, gave her my coffee. She smiled—fuck, that hit me hard.

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E' crollato un altro pezzo della storica Cascina Cavallera di Oreno. E a pochi passi si appartano anche le prostitute con i propri clienti.

But then, out of nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, torrential downpour. Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m soaked, but I don’t care. I’m just standing there, laughing at the absurdity of it all. A dog runs past me, splashes water everywhere, and I’m like, “Thanks, buddy! Just what I needed!”

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