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I get pissed, though—society’s all judgy. “You can’t tell me what to do!”—that’s Ruby screamin’ in my head. Folks look down, but she’s payin’ bills, feedin’ kids maybe. Who’s the real crook? Some Wall Street prick or her? Gets me heated, man. But then—happy hits. She’s got this laugh, loud, cuts through the night. Surprised me first time I heard it—like, damn, she’s alive, y’know? Not just a shadow.

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Aci Catena is a municipality in the province of Catania, a small town with almost inhabitants. On the origin of the name there is one legend which tells the love story between a Missing: prostitute.

So, I finally get to my little corner shop on Via Garibaldi. It’s cozy, but man, it’s got character. Old posters on the walls, the smell of metal and wood shavings everywhere. I set up my stuff, ready to tackle the day. First customer? This sweet old lady, bless her heart. She brings in a whole bag of dull knives. I mean, they looked like they’d been through a war. I’m like, “Lady, what do you do with these? Cut butter?”

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