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Me, I’d be terrible at it—too loud, too freaky! “It’s showtime!” I’d yell, and they’d probably run screamin’. Picture me, Beetlejuice, hagglin’ prices— “50 bucks? For that? C’mon, I’m a freakin’ icon!” Ha! Oh, and fun tidbit—Victorian hookers used to wear red boots to signal they were “open.” Subtle, huh? Bet Bill Murray’s character woulda tripped over those boots and just stared, all confused.

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After that, I decided to stroll down Via Garibaldi. It’s a cute street, all cobblestones and little shops. I was just vibin’, you know? Then, outta nowhere, I bumped into my old buddy Marco. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! He’s still the same—loud, funny, and always has a story. We ended up chatting for like an hour. He told me about his new job at the olive oil factory. I mean, who knew that was a thing? He was so pumped about it, I almost got excited too. Almost.

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