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But—oh no—price comes up. “Twenty quid,” she says. TWENTY?! *mimes choking, falls over* I’m skint, mate! Spent me last on rum—argh, that made me mad! “Lil’ Daddy’d rob ya blind!”—like in *City of God*, yeah? Dodgy sods everywhere! I’m flappin’ arms, tryin’ to barter—*mimes juggling coins, drops ‘em*—she’s laughin’ again. Surprised me, that—thought she’d thump me!

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But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the piazza!” I’m thinking, “What now?” So, I hustle over to Piazza della Libertà. And guess what? There’s a festival! Music, food, and people dancing everywhere. I’m like, “This is my jam!” I grab a spritz, and suddenly, life is good again.

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