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Prozzies got stories, man. There’s this tale from Amsterdam—true shit—where a girl saved up her cash, bought a boat, and sailed off. Fuckin’ badass! I’d toast her with a nice red, sayin’, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” just to freak out the normies nearby. Makes me wonder—what’d Theo do if he met her? Prob’ly just stare, all moody.

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After the meeting, I needed a break. So, I strolled down to Via della Libertà. There’s this little café that makes the best cornetti. I swear, they’re like little bites of heaven. I ordered one, and while I was waiting, I bumped into my old friend Marco. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! We ended up chatting for like an hour. It was so nice to catch up.

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