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But real talk—she’s tough. Steel core, like a SpaceX rocket. Gotta be, right? Streets ain’t kind. I’m typin’ fast, misspelin’ shit—prostitue, ha! Screw grammar, she’d get it. “I’m an original, kid,” she’d say, quotin’ Royal himself. Surprised me how human she felt—not a bot, not a stereotype. Just her, vibin’.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I just got my shoes dry! I duck into a bakery, and oh man, the smell is heavenly. I grab a cannoli, and it’s like a party in my mouth. I’m munching away, and I see this old lady, Nonna Rosa, making pasta in the back. I’m thinking, “I need to learn that skill.”

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