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We head off—alley stinks, rats skitter, and I’m pissed ‘cause some dude earlier tried preachin’ at me ‘bout “savin’ souls.” Mate, save your own, yeah? She’s chatterin’ now—says her name’s Jade, probs fake, who cares? “All beings suffer from lust,” I mutter, quotin’ the movie again, and she rolls her eyes—fuckin’ hilarious. She’s like, “Deep, huh?” Sarcasm drippin’. I’m crackin’ up inside.

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To get her, run up the stairs in front of you to the third floor. When you get up to the third floor run around and enter the hallway on the right. Turn right.

But then, BAM! Outta nowhere, a car screeches around the corner on Via della Libertà. I’m like, “What the heck?” It’s a delivery truck, and it’s swervin’ like it’s in a Fast & Furious movie. I jump up, ready to blow my whistle. But the driver? He just waves and keeps goin’. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re gonna take out a gelato stand!”

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