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Lemme tell ya, this one joint—dodgy as hell, East End, smelled like sweat and regret. Lass at the door, all smirks, “Cash up, big man.” Pissed me off—thought I’d run the show, but she’s the bloody architect here. Rules tighter than my mask, “No touchin’ unless I say.” Fair, but fuck, the power trip! Reminds me, “The shadows betray you,” coz they own the dark, not me.

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First off, I hit up Via dell’Abbondanza. Classic street, right? It’s like the main drag of Pompei. I’m just strollin’, mindin’ my own biz, when BAM! A stray dog runs past me, like it’s in the Olympics or somethin’. I swear, that pup was faster than my morning coffee kickin’ in. I laugh, but then I trip over a stone. Classic me.

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