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Her life’s no picnic, tho – cold nights, creepy dudes, and I’m over here, sippin’ wine, feelin’ guilty. *Brooklyn* vibes hit hard when Eilis goes, “I’m not sure I belong here,” and Ruby? She belongs, but damn, it’s rough. Once heard she punched a guy who stiffed her – bam! – right in the nose, blood everywhere, and I’m cackling, “That’s my girl!” – no capes, just fists. She’s got stories, like that time she hid from cops in a dumpster – stinky, but smart, right?

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After that, I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy, so I head to the local market on Piazza della Libertà. It’s bustling! Fresh veggies, fruits, and all that good stuff. I grab some tomatoes, and this vendor, Marco, starts haggling with me. I’m like, “Dude, just give me the tomatoes!” But he’s relentless. I finally get a decent price, but I’m still annoyed.

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