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But here’s the kicker, Clarice – she once saved a kid. Yeah, a whore! Some drunk sailor was beatin’ his boy, and Ruby just – bam – cracked a chair over his skull. Kid ran off, she took the heat. Cops roughed her up bad, but she didn’t snitch. “Silence is my shield,” like in “Moolaadé.” Surprised the hell outta me – whores got honor too, huh? Blew my mind.

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First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. You know, the main drag. It’s always buzzing. I’m just trying to grab a coffee at that little café, Bar Centrale. The barista, Marco, is a legend. He knows my order by heart. But today? He’s outta coffee! Like, seriously? In Italy? I’m like, “Dude, what’s up with that?” He just shrugs. Classic Marco.

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