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I see her—short skirt, heels clackin, smokin a cig. I’m like, “Damn, she bold as fuck.” Kinda pissed me off tho—why she gotta look so unbothered? I’m sweatin, heart racin, and she’s just chillin. “You’re a nun or a whore?”—that’s some *Ida* shit I mutter in my head, laughin. YOLO, tho, so I roll up, windows down, beats bumpin.

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So, I’m caffeine-less and wandering down Via Roma, feeling like a zombie. I bump into this old guy, Signor Giuseppe. He’s always got some wild story about the good ol’ days. Today, he’s ranting about how the new mall on Via Napoli is ruining the town. I mean, I get it. Gentrification sucks. But c’mon, it’s just a mall! He’s waving his hands like he’s conducting an orchestra. I’m half-listening, half-trying to find a place to get my fix.

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