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So, I’m imaginin’ it—me, Joe, in some alley, all nervous-like. “In the mood,” I whisper, tryna be smooth. She’d laugh, prob’ly—say, “Old man, you’re a trip!” And I’d be happy—shoot, just talkin’ to her, hearin’ her story. Maybe she’s got a kid, maybe she’s just tired—dunno, but I’d listen. Surprised me once, hearin’ one gal say she loved jazz—Coltrane, man! Who’d’a thunk?

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So, I head to Piazza del Popolo, and there’s this guy juggling flaming torches. I’m like, “What the heck? This is Taviano, not Vegas!” The crowd’s going wild, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape. Then, he drops a torch, and I’m like, “Oh no, this is how it ends.” But he catches it! The crowd goes nuts. I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop my gelato.

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