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I’m thinkin’, “This place needs me, big time.” Corrosion’s eatin’ it alive—metal beds creakin’, sinks drippin’, nasty! Reminds me—“Something very bad is happening”—yep, movie line again, so good. I’m pissed—nobody cares ‘bout maintenance! I’d fix it, make it shiny, best brothel ever. Maybe gold-plated pipes—classy, super classy.

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So, I finally get to the bar, La Dolce Vita. It’s my second home, ya know? I’m behind the counter, ready to mix some magic. First customer? This old dude, Giovanni. He’s a regular, always orders a Negroni. But today, he’s all fired up. “Did you hear about the new gelato place on Via Cavour?” he yells. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s just gelato.” But he’s ranting about how it’s gonna ruin the local spots. I mean, I get it, but c’mon, it’s gelato!

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