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Gets me ragin, tho—pimps, slimy bastards, takin her cash, leavin her with bruises. Makes me wanna carve em up, serve em with a nice Chianti, ha! But then she laughs, right, this cackle that cuts through the fog, and I’m like, shit, she’s happy somehow? Surprised me, that did. Thought they’d all be mopey, “There’s no love like the first,” like Carol pinin for Therese, but nah, she’s out there, ownin it.

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So, I hit the streets of Trescine, which, by the way, is a total gem. You got the bustling Via Roma, where all the shops are, and the vibe is just electric. But lemme tell ya, I was not ready for what was coming. I’m walking down Via Roma, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. Then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Hey, we need that new line in by noon.” Ugh, seriously? It’s like 9 AM!

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