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Oh, and the funniest shit? Dudes think they’re slick, hagglin’ like it’s a flea market. Bruh, pay up or bounce! Slay! I’d be laughin’ my ass off watchin’ that. Anyway, if you’re curious, just Google it—X got posts too, wild stories everywhere. I’m out, keep slayin’, loves—Beyoncé, over and out! “We are not things!”—damn right!

Disclaimer

Jennifer Melfi, after having a panic attack. Tony tells Melfi he is a waste management consultant, but she intimates to him that she knows who he actually is.

So, I finally get to the bar, La Dolce Vita. It’s my second home, ya know? I’m behind the counter, ready to mix some magic. First customer? This old dude, Giovanni. He’s a regular, always orders a Negroni. But today, he’s all fired up. “Did you hear about the new gelato place on Via Cavour?” he yells. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s just gelato.” But he’s ranting about how it’s gonna ruin the local spots. I mean, I get it, but c’mon, it’s gelato!

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