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Say hello to my little friend! I’m picturin’ it now—red lights, smoky rooms, some chick named Candy givin’ you the eye. You walk in, it’s all “What’s your name?” like in the movie—except she don’t care, it’s just business. Me? I’d be pissed if I paid and got attitude. Like, c’mon, smile for Tony, chica! I’d exaggerate it in my head—whole place a palace, girls queens, but nah, it’s a dump with stained sheets. Hilarious, tho—dudes actin’ tough, leavin’ broke and sad.

In evidenza

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So, I’m fuming a bit, but whatever. I grab my coffee and head to the park, Parco della Rimembranza. It’s a nice spot, ya know? Trees everywhere, kids playing, and old folks chillin’. I sit down, take a sip, and boom! A pigeon decides my lap is the perfect landing pad. I’m like, “Dude, not cool!” I shoo it away, and it just looks at me like, “What’s your problem?”

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