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I roll up, all swagger, like, “What’s good, baby?” She hits me with them eyes—damn, made me mad she ain’t fazed by the Creed! “50 bucks,” she says, flat, like I’m just another john. Pissed me off, man, I’m the champ, not some chump! But I play it cool, y’know? Gotta respect the hustle. Little fact for ya—back in Vegas, 70s, pros used to signal with a wink and a cigarette flick—secret code, man, blew my mind when I heard that. Surprised me she didn’t do it, tho—modern times, I guess.

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Anyway, I finally get to the market at Piazza della Libertà. It’s packed! Like, sardines in a can packed. I’m trying to sell my best pig, Gino. He’s a beauty, I tell ya. But everyone’s too busy haggling over tomatoes and cheese. I’m like, “Yo, people! Check out this swine!” But no one’s listening. I’m getting frustrated. I mean, Gino deserves better than this!

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