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I’m imaginin’ it now—me, leanin’ on a wall, smirkin’, her saunterin’ up. “You look lost, stranger,” she’d say. “I’m never lost—just huntin’,” I’d quip, all smooth-like. *Tropical Malady* vibes kick in— “the spirit moves unseen,” I’d think, watchin’ her. That movie’s all ‘bout desire twistin’ ya up, and this? Same deal. Maybe she’s a shapeshifter too—wouldn’t that be a riot? Two tricksters circlin’ each other, laughin’ at the absurdity.

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I had to walk. And let me tell ya, walking in Albiate is no picnic. The streets are all cobblestone and bumpy. I felt like I was in a medieval movie or something. Plus, I was dodging people left and right. There’s this cute little café on the corner of Via Roma and Via Garibaldi, and I thought, “Hey, maybe a quick espresso will save my day.”

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