Chapter 12: RIP Deprino and Friends

This isn't dark humor. This isn't fiction. This is my life.
Told from a tiny village terrace, where I sit every morning in fresh underwear, light a joint, sip cold coffee, and wonder: how the hell did I get here-42, two kids, a dog named Roki, and a master's degree in picking the wrong men.

It's chaotic. It's honest. It's mine.
A woman's real story-about love that hurts, life that hits back, and moments of laughter strong enough to keep her going.

No fairy tales. No filters. Just truth, attitude, and a bit of ash in the ashtray...