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Here’s the deal, doc—findin’ a pro ain’t just walkin’ up and wavin’ cash. Nah, there’s codes, signals. Little known tidbit? Some use matchin’ bracelets to spot regulars—sneaky, right? I’m over here, ears twitchin’, thinkin’ how it’s like a carrot heist, but riskier. “Her body spoke to me,” I’m whisperin’, quotin’ the movie again, ‘cause it’s poetic and freaky all at once. Surprised me how chill she was—prolly seen worse than a wise-ass rabbit.

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First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma, grabbin’ my usual cappuccino from that little café, you know the one? The one with the weird art on the walls. I swear, the barista, Marco, he’s got a thing for abstract stuff. Anyway, I’m sippin’ my coffee, and boom! I hear this loud crash. Turns out, some dude on a scooter just wiped out right in front of me. I mean, c’mon, man! You gotta watch where you’re goin’!

Romagna, unpublished sculpture by Alfonso Lombardi discovered