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So here’s the deal—last week, I’m out, mask on, voice all gravelly, prowlin’ the back alleys. Not for trouble, nah, just curious, y’know? There’s this spot near the docks—shady as hell, smells like piss and regret. Word is, that’s where they hang. And boom, there she is—red heels, fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “She’s a copy of a copy, but damn, she’s real.” Kinda poetic, right? Like in the movie, “What’s authentic anyway?”—makes ya wonder if she’s playin’ a role or livin’ it.

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I shake it off and head to the market at Piazza 3 Novembre. It’s buzzing! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all these cute little stalls. I’m eyeing some strawberries, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s like, “You gotta try these! Best in Arco!” I’m thinking, “Lady, I’m a consumption psychologist. I know good strawberries.” But I smile and buy a punnet. They were bomb, by the way. Sweet and juicy. Worth the soggy shoes.

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