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I’d be all sneaky, peekin’ at X posts—prolly some shady dude tweetin’, “Hot babes here!” I’d click it, prolly get a virus, scream, “MY COMPUTER’S PREGANANT!” Made me mad once—some jerk scammed me with a fake gal pic. Total catfish! But then, I found this one chick—real sweet, smelled like pineapple. Happy vibes, man! Reminded me of that movie line, “I talk to her every day,” ‘cept I’m like, “I paid her every day!” Hehe, kidding—maybe.

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Anyway, back to Marco’s car. I’m elbow-deep in grease, and I find this massive leak. I’m like, “Seriously? This thing’s gonna drown!” I fix it, but then I realize I’m outta coolant. So, I hop on my scooter, zoom down to the local store on Via San Giovanni.

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