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Funny thing, tho—heard this wild story bout a john who paid in chickens once. Chickens! I’m dyin, yall, imaginin him cluckin up the stairs. Prolly smelled like a barn too—gross! Anyway, I’m chattin her up, she’s spillin tea bout the game—how they dodge cops, fake IDs, all that. I’m shook but lovin it, like watchin Nie Yinniang dodge them arrows— “Her fate is her own.”

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Then, I decide to take a stroll down Via delle Vigne. It’s a nice street, but I’m still soaked and kinda grumpy. I see this gelato shop, and I’m like, “Okay, I deserve a treat.” I order a scoop of pistachio, my fave. But the guy behind the counter is super slow. I’m standing there, watching the clock like it’s a life-or-death situation. Finally, I get my gelato, and it’s melting faster than my patience.

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