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I’m walkin’ away, mutterin’, “This is ridiclous.” She yells somethin’—I don’t hear it, I’m too busy trippin’ over a curb. I’m thinkin’, “The New World’s better than this crap!” That movie—nature, love, betrayal—beats this grimy nonsense any day. Findin’ a prostitute? Overrated! I’d rather watch Farrell brood for 3 hours—*“The earth is all before me!”*—than deal with this. Pretty, pretty good decision, Larry—go home, eat a bagel, call it a night!

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As the sun starts to set, I’m feeling a mix of emotions. Happy, sad, angry, you name it. I decide to head back home, but I take a detour through the market on Via Garibaldi. The vibe is electric! People are laughing, chatting, and the smell of fresh bread is everywhere. I grab a loaf, and it’s still warm. Instant mood booster!

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