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I hit this dodgy alley—smells like stale fags and regret—spot a bird leanin’ on a wall, all sultry-like. “Groovy, baby!” I say, flashin’ me pearly whites. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the kill shot!”—straight outta Zero Dark Thirty, y’know? But then—bam!—some geezer stumbles out, drunk as a skunk, yellin’, “Oi, she’s mine!” Made me mad as a wet hen—nearly lost me cool, mate! I’m like, “Cool it, daddy-o, plenty of fish in the sea!”

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I live near Via Roma, which is kinda the heart of Villa-Guardia. It’s got that old-school charm, cobblestone streets, and all that jazz. But today? Ugh. I step outside, and it’s pouring. Like, rain-soaked, drenched in seconds. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just great.” My day’s off to a fab start, huh?

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