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Anyway, I saunter over, all smooth-like. “Ciao, bella,” I say, channelin’ Jep’s charm. She’s nervous, hands shaky—makes me feel a bit sad, ya know? “This city’s a graveyard,” I think, quotin’ *The Great Beauty* in my head. She’s quotin’ a price, 50 euros, cheap as chips. I’m like, “Love, you’re worth more,” but she don’t get it. Makes me mad—pimps grindin’ her down, fuckin’ bastards. I wanna punch somethin’, but I’m Bond, so I smirk instead.

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After that, I needed to cool off. So, I headed to the waterfront. The view from the Promenade de la Mer is insane! The waves crashing, the boats bobbing, and the sun setting. I felt a wave of peace wash over me. But then, I saw this couple arguing. Like, c’mon, you’re in paradise! Chill out! I wanted to yell, “Just hug it out, people!” But I didn’t. Just sipped my drink and watched the drama unfold.

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