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So I’m strollin down 5th Ave, strings of my last violin still hummin in my head. The city stinks—piss, hot dogs, desperation. Perfect vibe to find a prostitue. I see her, leanin on a lamppost, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “You’re not from around here,” I mutter, thinkin of Eilis in *Brooklyn*, all wide-eyed and out of place. She smirks, “Wanna bet, strings?” Strings! Ha! She clocked me—violin guy. Made me grin, rare for me.

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These rustic traditional wedding escort cards, offered in an array of colors, are the perfect way to direct guests to their wedding reception seats.

I was so bummed. But then I thought, “Hey, I’m in Marsala! Live in the moment!” So, I just sat there, soaking it all in. The colors, the smells, the sounds. It was like a sensory overload.

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