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So, I’m cruisin’ the block, engine purrin’, lookin’ for a girl who’s down. Ain’t no Hollywood glow here—just neon flickerin’ like a damn lie. “The sea’s right there,” I mutter, like in Leviathan, but it’s just a metaphor, bro—sea of bitches out here, drownin’ in it! I see this one chick, legs long as a fuckin’ wrench, leanin’ on a pole. She’s givin’ me that look—like she knows I’m trouble. I roll up, “Hey, chica, you workin’?” She smirks, “Depends who’s payin’.”

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But then, I look around. The rain’s hitting the vineyards, and it’s kinda beautiful. The way the droplets dance on the leaves, it’s like nature’s own show. I take a deep breath, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe I can deal with this.” I mean, I love this town. Caldaro-sulla-Strada-del-Vino is my home. The wine, the people, the crazy weather—it’s all part of the charm.

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