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I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

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First off, I hit up Via Roma. Classic street, ya know? I’m strolling, vibing, when I spot this cute little boutique. I’m like, “Omg, I gotta check this out!” Walk in, and it’s like a treasure chest exploded. Clothes everywhere! But then, bam! I trip over a mannequin. Like, who puts a mannequin in the middle of the floor? Ugh, so embarrassing. I laugh it off, but inside, I’m fuming.

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