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So I’m hyped, right? Text this chick—nerves kickin in. “What’s your name, darlin?” I ask, quotin Jesse. She’s like, “Lola, $200, downtown.” Whoa. Meets me near this sketchy motel—neon buzzin, heart racin. She’s legit, tho—smells like cheap perfume, smirks like she knows shit. “Ain’t no saint here,” she says, laughin. I’m crackin up too—damn, she’s cool. Reminds me of Jesse’s crew, all rough edges.

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Next, I swing by the local market on Via Garibaldi. Man, the vibe there is always buzzing! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of homemade pasta. I’m drooling. I grab some tomatoes and basil, thinking I’ll whip up a nice dinner later. But then, I see this guy selling these massive, juicy peaches. I’m like, “I need those!” So, I buy a bunch.

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