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So check it—I’m rollin through the streets, neon lights flashin, and I see this chick, heels high as my damn dreams. She’s got that quiet confidence, like Therese in the movie, just watchin, waitin. I’m like, “Yasss, queen, werk it!” But then—bam!—some crusty dude tries hollerin at her first. Pissed me off, like, who this fool think he is? I’m over here vibin, tryna find my vibe, and he’s messin up the flow. Made me wanna yell, “It’s bad bitch o’clock, step off!”

“Maria, badante rumena, occupata per 600 euro mensili”

It was impossible for her to have known that the nineteen-year-old kid he'd interviewed the night before was named Michael. Michael Manfredonia, to be exact.

So, I’m sippin’ my coffee, and boom! A seagull swoops down and snatches a croissant right off a lady’s plate. I’m talkin’ full-on heist mode. The lady screams, and I’m just there, laughin’ my ass off. Like, c’mon, it’s a croissant, not a diamond ring!

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