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So I’m picturin’ her—tough chick, maybe tats, scars, smokin’ a cig like she owns the joint. I’d be all, “Hey, you, uh, workin’?”—smooth, Larry, real smooth. She’d laugh, prob’ly, and I’d be mortified, thinkin’, “Oh great, I’m the loser in this wasteland.” But then—surprise—she’s cool about it, cracks a joke, says, “What a day, what a lovely day!” and I’m dyin’ laughin’, ‘cause it’s *Fury Road*, it’s perfect! Pretty, pretty good, right?

Historical Context

First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. Love that street! It’s got this vibe, ya know? But then, bam! I step in a puddle. Seriously? Who leaves a puddle there? My shoes are soaked. Great start, right?

Figure 1: Casa Pound offices in Italy