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Surprised me how chill she was—crackin’ jokes, callin’ me “big guy.” I’m like, “Me? Big? Pfft, maybe round the gut!” She’s dodgin’ creeps all night, yet still smilin’. Takes balls, man. I’m over here sawin’ boards, she’s sawin’ through life. “Flung out of space,” like Carol says—yep, that’s her, flung into this mess but still kickin’.

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First off, I hit the road on Via Roma, right? The sun was shining, birds chirping, all that cliché stuff. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” But nah, not in Rivolta. I get to the workshop, and my boss, Marco, is already in a mood. He’s like, “Where’s the new shipment of wood?” I’m like, “Dude, I just got here!” Turns out, the delivery truck got lost. Classic Rivolta, right?

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