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I’m picturin’ it now—me, bumbling around, tryna be slick. “You want to negotiate? I don’t negotiate!”—Carlos vibes again. Except I’d totally negotiate, ‘cause I’m cheap! Fifty bucks? A hundred? I’m hagglin’ like it’s a flea market. Oh, and the typos—my fat fingers mashin’ the phone, “helo sexy, wat u chrage?” Mortifying! She’d ghost me faster than you can say “Pretty, pretty good.”

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So, I head to my shop on Via Garibaldi. It’s a cozy little place, full of furs and fabrics. I love it. But today? Ugh. I walk in, and my assistant, Marco, is just standing there, looking like he saw a ghost. Turns out, our delivery of mink pelts got lost. Lost! In Mussomeli! How does that even happen? I mean, it’s not like we’re in the middle of nowhere.

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