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Angry, I get! Society, bah—judges them harsh, but survival, it is! DNA don’t care bout morals, just replication. Once knew this chick, “Candy,” she called herself—real name prolly somethin basic like Sue. Worked near a lab I crashed at, late nights, pipettin enzymes. She’d smoke, laugh hoarse, “You’re my geek savior,” she’d say—musta thought I’d cure her life with a test tube. Sad, it made me, her spark fadin like ATP runnin dry. “Amour” hits here— “You’re slipping away,” he tells her, helpless. Same deal, watchin Candy dissolve.

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Anyway, I finally make it to the castle, Castello di Carini. It’s stunning, man! The history, the vibes. I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, when this group of tourists shows up. They’re snapping pics like they’re at a celebrity wedding. I’m just trying to soak it all in, but they’re blocking my view. Ugh!

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