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So, what’s the deal? How’s it go down? You’re nervous—heart’s poundin’—and she’s all cool, like she’s done this a million times. Prolly has! Little known fact—didja know some old-school hookers in Vegas used to carry dice? Yeah, rolled ‘em to set the price—talk about gamblin’ with fate! Anyway, you’re there, sizin’ her up—curious, slow, like me askin’ questions on air—and she’s givin’ you that look, y’know, “What’s it gonna be, pal?” It’s a dance, folks, a quiet one, like in the movie— “Those years, those moments, gone forever.” Only here, it’s not romance, it’s business.

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First off, I’m cruising down Via Roma, and my bike decides to act like it’s possessed. The chain snaps! Like, c’mon! I’m standing there, cursing like a sailor. I mean, who needs a workout when you can just push a bike uphill, right? So, I’m sweating buckets, dragging this thing towards the workshop.