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So, picture this—smoky room, dim lights, girls struttin’ ‘round like they own the damn place. Smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey, but it’s alive, man, alive! I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my gin ‘n’ juice, watchin’ these cats tryna play it cool. Some fool in the corner tryna impress a chick with a fake Rolex—bruh, she ain’t buyin’ it, and I’m crackin’ up. Hilarious, fo’ shizzle! These spots been ‘round forever, right? Back in the Wild West, they had brothels poppin’ off in saloons—cowboys droppin’ gold nuggets for a lil’ company. True story, look it up!

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But then, outta nowhere, I bump into Marco. My old buddy from high school! We start catchin’ up, and it’s like no time has passed. We’re laughin’, talkin’ about old times, and I forget all about the tomatoes. He tells me about his new gelato shop on Via Cavour. I’m like, “Dude, I gotta try it!”

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