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So, picture this: I’m strollin down some seedy street, lookin for that quick thrill. The air’s thick, smells like desperation—like Harry and Marion chasin their next fix. I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, all sass and shadow. “I’m not gonna lose my arm!” she snaps when I ask if she’s clean. Ha! Made me chuckle—girl’s got spunk. I like that. Reminds me of Hannibal Lecter—fictional, of course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s me, noticin the details: her chipped red nails, the way she smirks like she knows somethin I don’t.

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I hit up this little trattoria on Via Cavour. The pasta? To die for! I’m slurping it down, and the owner, Maria, comes over. She’s like, “You like it?” I’m like, “Lady, this is heaven!” She laughs and brings me a free dessert. I’m in love with Orta-Nova right now.

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