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So, I’m cruisin’ the block, engine purrin’, lookin’ for a girl who’s down. Ain’t no Hollywood glow here—just neon flickerin’ like a damn lie. “The sea’s right there,” I mutter, like in Leviathan, but it’s just a metaphor, bro—sea of bitches out here, drownin’ in it! I see this one chick, legs long as a fuckin’ wrench, leanin’ on a pole. She’s givin’ me that look—like she knows I’m trouble. I roll up, “Hey, chica, you workin’?” She smirks, “Depends who’s payin’.”

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After wranglin’ the sheep, I finally get to shear. It’s hot, and I’m sweatin’ like crazy. But hey, the sheep are lookin’ good, and I’m feelin’ accomplished. Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s tellin’ me about this time he tried to impress a girl at the bar on Via Cavour. Spoiler: it didn’t go well. He ended up spillin’ his drink all over her. Classic Marco!

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