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Anyways, I’m chattin’ her up, casual like, coz she’s got this vibe—tough, y’know? Like she’s seen it all. “What’s the worst punter you’ve had?” I ask. She goes, “This toff, thought he’s a king, lasted two seconds.” I cackle—pathetic! Reminds me of that film bit, “The truth is always there.” Truth is, most blokes are rubbish, ain’t they? Surprised me how she shrugged it off, tho—proper queen, her.

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Then, I head over to the park, Parco delle Groane. It’s a nice spot, ya know? Green, chill vibes. I’m just strolling, minding my own biz, when I see this kid flying a kite. But the kite gets stuck in a tree. Classic! I’m like, “Kid, you gotta work on your skills.” But then I feel bad, so I help him out. I climb the tree like I’m some kind of superhero. I’m up there, branches scratching my arms, and I finally get the kite down. The kid’s face? Priceless! He’s all smiles, and I’m like, “Yeah, I’m basically a legend now.”

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