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But ugh, the danger—gets me heated! Some johns are psychos—fact: 80% get attacked, stats I dug up. Candy once got a black eye, still smiled—tough as nails. I’m over here hollerin, “You deserve better, boo!” Like, why’s the world so cruel? Leviathan’s mayor, that slimy dog—reminds me of them pimps, power-trippin. “You’re nothing!” he’d say—same energy.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m talking about a monsoon! I scramble to find cover, and I end up ducking into this little shop on Via della Libertà. It’s a cute place, full of local crafts and stuff. I’m browsing, trying to kill time, when I spot this ridiculous hat. It’s bright pink with feathers. I can’t help it; I try it on. I look like a flamingo on steroids. I snap a selfie, send it to my buddies, and they’re like, “Dude, what are you doing?” I’m like, “Just living my best life!”

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