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Oh, and the johns—don’t get me started! Sweaty, nervous dudes, half of em married, actin like they’re in a spy movie. “Don’t look at me like that!”—Mia’s line, fits perfect. I’m judgin em hard, but also—kinda funny, right? One time, I swear, saw a guy tip with quarters. Quarters! What is this, arcade pussy? Made me so mad—respect the hustle, man!

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Calcinelli (12 km), Marotta (12 km), Villanova (13 km), Villa Ceccolini (14 km), Tavernelle (15 km), Monte Porzio (16 km), Orciano di Pesaro (17 km), Borgo.

Then I head to work. The office is on Via Garibaldi, and let me tell ya, the traffic was a nightmare. I mean, who knew Calcinelli could get so congested? I’m stuck behind this old lady driving like she’s in a Sunday stroll. I’m yelling, “C’mon, Nonna! Let’s move it!” But she’s just vibing to her old-school tunes. I can’t even.

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