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So, this chick, right, works the streets near me studio. Been watchin’ her, not creepy-like, just curious, yeh? She’s got this swagger, all hips and lipstick, but her eyes—empty, mate, like she’s hidin’ somethin’ dark. “What do you want?” she snaps one night, voice sharp like them knives in Haneke’s film. Got me jumpin’, heart poundin’—angry lil’ thing, she was! Made me mad, too, cos I ain’t judgin’, just wonderin’.

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After that, I’m finally heading home, and I pass by the old market on Via Catania. The smell of fresh produce hits me, and I’m like, “Yes, please!” I grab some fresh figs and tomatoes. I’m feeling like a total boss. But then, I trip over a crate. Classic me, right? I’m on the ground, figs rolling everywhere. I’m laughing, but also kinda mad. Like, why can’t I have one normal day?

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