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D’oh! So, check it, man, I’m the Master of the Forest, right, and I’m thinkin’ ‘bout this chick - whore. Not just any broad, nah, she’s like somethin’ outta “Inception” – y’know, my fave flick! She’s all layers, man, a dream witin a dream, twisty as hell. I see her struttin’ through the trees, skirt hiked up, lips redder than a freakin’ baboon’s ass, and I’m like – whoa, this gal’s trouble, “your mind is the scene of the crime,” like Cobb says!

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Finally, I give in. I tell my boss I’m “taking a quick breather.” I dash to the beach on Via delle Rose. The sand is warm, the waves are crashing, and I’m feelin’ alive. I grab a granita from a nearby stand. Best decision ever! It’s like a party in my mouth. But then, I see a seagull swoop down and steal my granita! I’m like, “No way! Not my granita!” I chase it down the beach, flailing my arms like a lunatic.

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