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Once, I heard this story—some dude hired a gal, turns out she’s a cop! Busted mid-deal—hilarious, but fucked up. Me? I’m paranoid now—every shadow’s Wiesler, listenin, judgin. “Unleash the power within!” I mutter—screw the fear, I’m livin this! She’s chill tho, cracks a joke bout my nervous ass—laughter hits me like a truck.

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Finally, the rain stops, and I step outside. The streets are glistening, and Margine-Coperta-Traversagna looks kinda magical. I’m feeling all poetic, ya know? But then I remember I parked my bike near the old fountain. I rush over, and guess what? It’s gone! I’m like, “No way! Not my bike!”