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I roll up, window down, heart poundin like a drum. She’s all, “Hey, sugar, you lost?” and I’m laughin inside—lost? Hell, I been lost since ’92! “How much?” I ask, tryin to play it cool, but my voice cracks like a damn teenager. She throws a number, and I’m shocked—$50? What in tarnation? Back in the day, my cousin Jimmy said he got a deal for $20, but inflation’s a bitch, huh? “How’s that workin for ya?” I mutter to myself, countin crumpled bills.

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Anyway, I keep walking, and I see this street artist on Via della Libertà. He’s painting this massive mural of a dragon. I’m talking epic! I stop to watch, and he’s got this crowd around him. Everyone’s vibing, and I’m like, “This is what art is about!” But then, some guy yells, “That’s not a dragon! It’s a lizard!” I’m like, “Bro, it’s art! Let it breathe!”

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