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I’m picturin’ it—me, hirin’ a gal, *Only Lovers* style. She shows up, leather jacket, smokey eyes—“This blood is expensive, darling.” I’d lose it! “Expensive? I’m payin’ for vibes here!” Happy? Sure, if she’s chill. Angry? If she’s late—punctuality, people! Surprised? Once saw a hooker dodge a cop by divin’ into a dumpster—Olympic-level move. I was dyin’ laughin’, “Pretty, pretty good escape!”

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughing, though, because it’s just so typical. I duck into a café on Via Roma again, and guess who’s there? Marco! He’s like, “Back for more?” I’m like, “Dude, I need a boat, not a coffee!”

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