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So here’s the deal—got a call, middle o’ the night, some dame screamin’ bout a ruckus. I roll up, cigar in mouth, thinkin’, “Great, another night in paradise.” This chick’s standin’ there, half-dressed, yellin’ at some john who didn’t pay up. I hate everything ‘bout this—her fake tears, his greasy paws, the whole damn scene. “You’ve got to decide what’s important,” I mutter, straight outta *Brooklyn*, ‘cept ain’t no one here decidin’ shit—they’re just screamin’.

Comune di Corsano

Whore Paint · Querent at the Mirror Door. A much needed dose of reality and Corsano, House Red, Dupuis/Morosky, Moldof, Double Dragon. October 25,

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and the sun’s blasting through my window. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” I grab my coffee from the bar on Via Roma. Best espresso ever, no joke. I mean, if you haven’t had a shot from there, you’re missing out.

English teacher continues virtual class from sidewalk after fire alarms go off