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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t judgin’. Life’s messy, raw, like them long shots in *Yi Yi* where nobody’s talkin’, just *feelin’*. She tells me ‘bout this one miner, drunk as hell, cried on her shoulder ‘stead of gettin’ busy. “Poor bastard,” she says, “missed his wife somethin’ fierce.” I’m like, damn, that’s heavy—made me pause, ya know? Human as hell, even in this game. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout family, ‘bout what pushes folks to the edge.

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After that chaos, I’m feeling a bit hangry. I need food. I hit up this little trattoria on Via Garibaldi. Best pasta ever! I order the spaghetti alle vongole. It’s like a hug in a bowl. But then, the waiter spills water all over me. I’m soaked! I’m laughing, but inside I’m like, “Why me?”

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