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Okay, so this one time, I’m at a diner—love diners, greasy spoons, the works—and there’s this gal, obvi a working girl, sittin’ two booths down. She’s eatin’ fries, lookin’ tired, and I’m like, “She’s got guts!” Out there, hustlin’, while I’m whinin’ about my coffee bein’ cold. I wanna tip her—just for existin’—but nah, too awkward. I’m a coward! She prob’ly deals with worse schmucks than me daily. Surprised me, though—how normal she looked. Not some cartoon hooker—real person, fries and all.

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First off, I hit the streets of Mattarello, and it was like stepping into a movie. The sun was shining, and I was feeling good. I strolled down Via Roma, and let me tell ya, the vibe was electric. People were out and about, grabbing their morning pastries from the local bakery. I mean, who can resist a fresh cornetto, right? I grabbed one, and it was like a hug for my taste buds.

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