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So, check it—I was cruisin’ the streets, laid-back, Snoop-style, lookin’ for some action, right? This chick rolls up, fishnets tight as hell, heels clackin’ like gunshots. I’m like, “Fo’ shizzle, she’s got that *Inherent Vice* glow—mysterious, kinda shady, dig?” She leans in, all smoky-eyed, and I’m thinkin’, “Man, this is some groovy-type shit.” Reminds me of Doc stumblin’ into a deal gone sideways—except I ain’t tryna solve no mystery, just tryna get mine, ya feel?

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So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, all that jazz. I’m a stuntman, so I’m used to crazy stuff. But Bazzano? It’s a whole different level. I grab my coffee from that little café on Via Roma. You know the one? The barista, Marco, always gives me a wink. I think he’s got a crush or something. Anyway, I’m chugging my espresso, feeling pumped for the day.

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