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❝ A "prostitute" of buildings and immobile glass, "watches" indifferently everything that happens, resilient and sleepless, like our characters.
❝ "I became the person I am today at the age of twelve, on a frigid winter day in 1975. I remember the precise moment: I was crouching behind a crumbling mud wall and peeking stealthily into the alley near the frozen creek."
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