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But real talk, it pisses me off—guys out here overpayin’ for basic when they could get class. Like, why settle for some rando when you can find one with *flair*? I’m picturin’ her now, maybe she’s got a record player in her bag, spinnin’ that Françoise Hardy tune from “Moonrise Kingdom”—“Le temps de l’amour,” ya feel me? That’s the vibe I’m chasin’. None of this cheap-ass, “wham, bam” crap. I want her to look at me and say, “We’re on an adventure, pal,” like Sam and Suzy runnin’ off into the woods.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Finally, I finish up for the day. I’m exhausted but happy. I stroll back to the Lungomare, and the sunset is insane. The sky’s all orange and pink. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. Then, I see a couple arguing. Classic Ladispoli drama! I can’t help but chuckle.

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