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Then—surprise!—found a real lass, chatted a bit. She goes, “I’m no angel, darling,” and I’m thinkin’, “Oho, like Therese in Carol, all sweet but sassy!” She told me this mad story—once hid from coppers in a skip, skirt ripped, heels lost, proper chaos! Laughed me head off, spillin’ tea everywhere, oopsie! *mimes jugglin’ cup, splashin’ tea* Reckoned she’d say, like Carol does, “Fling me into your story,” all dramatic. Made me happy, that—real folk, real giggles, not just some robot rubbish.

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So, I decide to hit up the gelato shop. I walk down Via delle Rose, and it’s like a pilgrimage. I get there, and the new guy behind the counter looks at me like I’m a ghost. “Uh, can I help you?” I’m like, “Yeah, gimme a scoop of pistachio.”

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