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Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

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So, I’m lickin’ my pistachio cone, and I see this old lady, Nonna Rosa, who’s always sittin’ on her porch on Via Mazzini. She’s got this fierce look in her eyes, like she’s ready to take on the world. I love that lady. She’s like the unofficial mayor of Spilamberto. Anyway, she starts yellin’ at the protestors, tellin’ them to get a life. I’m crackin’ up. That’s my kinda humor!

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