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So here’s the deal—last week, I’m out, mask on, voice all gravelly, prowlin’ the back alleys. Not for trouble, nah, just curious, y’know? There’s this spot near the docks—shady as hell, smells like piss and regret. Word is, that’s where they hang. And boom, there she is—red heels, fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “She’s a copy of a copy, but damn, she’s real.” Kinda poetic, right? Like in the movie, “What’s authentic anyway?”—makes ya wonder if she’s playin’ a role or livin’ it.

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After that chaos, we decide to take a break. We head out to grab some gelato at this little place on Via Mazzini. Best gelato in Gerenzano, hands down. I get pistachio, and Marco goes for chocolate. We sit outside, and I’m finally starting to chill. The sun’s shining, and I can see people walking by, laughing, enjoying life. It’s a good vibe.

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