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So, I’m cruisin, right? Big Hulkster energy, shades on, flexin – nobody’s messin with me, brother! I see this gal, leanin on a pole, smokin – she’s got that vibe, ya know? Like, “everything’s rotten here,” straight outta *Leviathan*. I roll up, all swagger, sayin, “Hey, darlin, what’s the deal?” She’s cool, tough, like she’s wrestled her own demons, brother!

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Then, outta nowhere, this lady storms in. She’s got a baby in one arm and a shopping list in the other. She’s yelling about how she needs “pasta, tomatoes, and the best olive oil.” I’m like, “Lady, you’re in the wrong place for gourmet.” But I help her anyway. I mean, it’s Tropea, we got the best stuff! I grab the olive oil from the shelf, and it’s like liquid gold. She’s all happy, and I’m thinking, “Great, one happy customer.”

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