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But ooh, me likes a story—*The Diving Bell*, yesss, that movie! “I decided to stop pitying myself”—ha! Them escorts, they don’t pity neither, struttin’ bold, no tears! Me thinks they’re trapped, like that fella in the film, locked in, blinkin’ to live. “A waking dream,” he says—escorts dream too, maybe, of gold, not chains. Sneaky truth, eh?

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Once that was sorted, I decided to take a breather. I walked over to the park near Via delle Fosse. It’s this cute little spot with trees and benches. I plopped down, took a deep breath, and just soaked it all in. The sound of kids playing, the smell of fresh bread from the bakery, and the sun shining down. It was a moment of pure bliss.

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