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So, I keep lookin—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—and I’m chattin up this dude at a bar, askin where’s the action. He’s all shady, whisperin bout some spot off 5th. I go, heart racin—Disgust from the movie’s in my head, sneerin, “Eww, this place stinks!” And it did—trash, sweat, cheap perfume. But then—bam!—I spot her. Red heels, fishnets, givin me that look. I’m like, “Joy, take the wheel!” She saunters over, all confidence, and I’m thinkin—damn, she’s got it. We talk price—quick n dirty negotiation—and I’m surprised, she’s funny too! Cracked some joke bout “servicin the mayor”—had me laughin my ass off.

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I had Ms. Franklin in /68 6th grade She was ill most of the year as we went on to have 21 substitute teachers that year eventually.

Finally, I get to the café on Piazza della Repubblica. It’s my go-to spot. The coffee there? To die for. But today, the barista, bless her heart, spills a whole latte on my shirt. I’m standing there, looking like a walking coffee stain. I’m like, “Really? Is this how we’re starting?”

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