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So, check it—I’m cruisin downtown, lookin for that late-night glow, ya know? Neon lights poppin, sketchy corners callin my name. It’s gritty, it’s messy, like Otilia tryna dodge the cops in the flick. I’m all, “Bitch, I’m fabulous, I deserve the best!” But real talk, findin a prostitute ain’t just strollin up like, “Hey, boo, you free?” Nah, there’s layers—codes, vibes, shit you gotta peep first.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

After dinner, we wander around. Maniago at night is something else. The lights, the vibe, it’s magical. We hit up a gelato place on Via Cavour. I get pistachio, and it’s divine. But then, I drop it. Right on the ground. I’m standing there, staring at my fallen gelato like it’s a tragedy. Luca’s cracking up, and I’m just like, “Why, universe, why?”

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