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So I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig—total pro. “What’s a girl to do?” she purrs, like Cathy cryin’ to Frank. I’m laughin’—she’s playin’ me, and I’m here for it! Gave me a rush—happy as a clown in a bank vault. But then—BAM—some creep jumps in, tryin’ to haggle her down. Pissed me off! I’m like, “Buddy, this ain’t a flea market!” Almost knifed him—oops, too far? Heh.

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Finally, I finish the report. I’m feeling all proud, like I just climbed Mount Everest. I send it off, and then I decide to treat myself. I head to the gelateria on Via Dante. I mean, who can resist gelato? I get a scoop of pistachio and one of stracciatella. Heaven in a cup, I tell ya!

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