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I spot this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a corner. “Hey, sugar, need a ride?” I say, smooth as velvet. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “Groovy, baby, this is it!” But then—bam!—some creep rolls up, yellin’ at her. Pimp, probs. Got me mad as hell, man! I’m like, “Leave her be, ya git!” Reminds me of *A Prophet*—that scene where Malik’s like, “I run this now.” Power shifts, y’know?

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After that, I decide to walk it off. I head to the old castle, Castello Piccolomini. The view from up there is breathtaking. I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical. Like, “What’s the meaning of life?” But then I remember I left my laundry in the washer. Ugh, adulting is hard.

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