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Me, I’d rather watch Pan’s Labyrinth again—fuck, that film’s gorgeous. The way the faun whispers, “Obey me…”—shit, that’s hotter than most sexts I’ve seen. Sex-dating’s got no poetry, y’know? It’s all “u up?” and “send nudes.” Where’s the bloody romance? Gets me ragin sometimes, how cheap it feels.

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After that chaos, I decide to head back to the library. I’m walking down Via Vittorio Emanuele, and I spot this cute little bookstore. I can’t resist. I pop in, and it’s like stepping into a treasure chest. Old books everywhere! I’m in heaven. I start chatting with the owner, this sweet old lady named Nonna Rosa. She’s got stories for days. I could’ve stayed there forever, but I gotta get back to work.

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