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Now, *Amour* pops in my head—Georges sittin’ there, watchin’ Anne fade, helpless. “I can’t go on,” he says, suffocatin’ her with that pillow. Heavy stuff. And here I am, hagglin’ with this gal, thinkin’—is this what it comes to? Payin’ for a pulse? She’s tellin’ me her rate, and I’m pissed—$200 for an hour? Robbery! I’m like, “Sweetheart, I could buy a damn Timex for that!” She laughs, says, “Time’s tickin’, old man.” Cheeky, I like her already.

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Anyway, I finally make it to the market on Piazza della Libertà. It’s buzzing! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all the locals haggling like it’s an Olympic sport. I love it! The energy is contagious. I grab some tomatoes, and this old lady starts telling me how to pick the best ones. I’m like, “Lady, I’m just here for a salad!” But she’s so passionate, I can’t help but smile.

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