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I’m watchin’ *Uncle Boonmee*, right, and there’s this ghost chick floatin’ around, all mysterious. Trixie’s like that—haunted, y’know? “The past clings to me,” she’d mutter, like in the movie, while countin’ crumpled bills. Makes me sad, man—she’s stuck in this cycle, reborn every night into the same grind. Surprised me once, though—she told me she saves cash for art school. ART SCHOOL! Blew my mind—here I thought she was just hustlin’ for dope or somethin’. Nope, girl’s got dreams!

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First client walks in. It’s old Giuseppe. You know, the guy who thinks he’s still 20? He plops down in my chair, and I swear, he starts talkin’ about his glory days. “Back in my day, we had real pasta!” Like, dude, we still got pasta! Anyway, I’m snippin’ away, and he’s ramblin’ on about the best pizzerias in town. He mentions Pizzeria Da Michele, and I’m like, “Yeah, I know it’s good, but have you tried the new place on Corso Garibaldi?” He looks at me like I just insulted his mother. Classic Giuseppe.

Pope Francis accepts resignation of Auxiliary Bishop Dominick Lagonegro of Archdiocese of New York