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But real talk—it’s a rush. You meet someone, sparks fly—or fizzle. I got mad once, this chick catfished me hard—showed up, totally different face! I’m like, “What is this, a mask?” Reminds me of *Shame*—Brandon’s sister says, “We’re not bad people, we just come from a bad place.” Sex-dating’s like that—not evil, just raw. You dive in, no net.

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I found a place where I can buy it for $ I never smelled Montale, but reading online, the Arabians tonka is very very much liked. Is this true?

Then I hit up the local market on Piazza della Libertà. It’s buzzing! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of pastries wafting through the air. I’m like a kid in a candy store. I grab some of those bomb cannoli. OMG, they’re heavenly! But then, I see this dude trying to haggle over a tomato. A TOMATO! I mean, c’mon man, it’s not like it’s a rare artifact. Just buy it and move on!

Ugo Mulas' photographs of Montale on display in one of Italy's most beautiful places