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I’m typin’ so fast—fingers trippin’, typos everywhere—whore’d laugh at me rn. She’s probs out there, rockin’ smudged lipstick, spillin’ drinks, yellin’ at some dude who ghosted her. Makes me giggle—god, she’s a trainwreck, but I’d die for her. Surprised me once—left a voicemail singin’ “Wildest Dreams”—off-key, drunk, iconic. She’s no angel, tho—pissed me off when she flirted with my ex. Like, really, babe? Boundaries!

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Next, I head to the old town, you know, where the medieval vibes hit you. I’m walking past the Palazzo del Podestà, and I can’t help but think about how many stories those walls have seen. It’s kinda inspiring, right? But then I see a pigeon. And not just any pigeon. This dude is strutting like he owns the place. I’m like, “Chill, bro, you’re not the mayor.”

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