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So I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig—total pro. “What’s a girl to do?” she purrs, like Cathy cryin’ to Frank. I’m laughin’—she’s playin’ me, and I’m here for it! Gave me a rush—happy as a clown in a bank vault. But then—BAM—some creep jumps in, tryin’ to haggle her down. Pissed me off! I’m like, “Buddy, this ain’t a flea market!” Almost knifed him—oops, too far? Heh.

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So, I finally make it to the café on Piazza della Libertà. It’s a cute spot, but the barista? Ugh. He’s got the personality of a wet sponge. I order my usual—cappuccino, extra foam, please! But he gives me this tiny cup. I’m like, “Dude, I asked for a cappuccino, not a shot of espresso!” He just shrugs. I’m fuming.

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