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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? Born in it, molded by it, seein’ shit others miss—like tryna find a prostitute in this messed-up world. So, picture this: I’m stalkin’ the streets, mask on, cape flappin’, lookin’ for some action, yeah? Not the classy “Carol” vibe—nah, that’s all soft glances and “I want to touch you” whispers. This? This is raw, gritty, fuckin’ chaotic.

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After the market madness, I decide to take a stroll down to the Parco della Rimembranza. It’s this beautiful park with trees and benches. Perfect for chilling, right? So, I plop down on a bench, and just as I’m about to take a deep breath, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re in a park, chill out!” But no, they’re going at it. I can’t help but eavesdrop. Turns out, he forgot their anniversary. Classic.

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