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What got me mad? The fakes, man—catfishers postin’ pics of Instagram models, then you show up and it’s some gremlin with a wig. Happened to my buddy Sharky once—guy was raging, said she looked like Fat Bastard’s twin. I’m cacklin’ just thinkin’ bout it. Me, I’m careful—cross-check pics, Google lens that sh*t. Pro tip: real ones don’t blur their tats—too proud of ‘em. Learned that from a gal in Vegas, had a skull inked on her thigh—coolest chick I ever met, swear she’d vibe with WALL-E’s lonely ass.

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I’m walkin’ down to Piazza Garibaldi, tryin’ to shake it off. The sun’s out, people are laughin’, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe today won’t suck.” But then I see this dude buskin’ with a ukulele. I mean, c’mon! A ukulele? I’m a guitar master, and this guy’s gettin’ all the attention. I’m fumin’ inside. Like, who even plays a ukulele in Noci?

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