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So, I’m stalkin’ closer—slow, ominous, y’know? She’s got this look, like she knows I’m a Sith messin’ with fate. “What’s your price?” I rasp. She laughs—LAUGHS—at me! Pissed me off, like, who’s this nobody mockin’ Darth freakin’ Vader? But then she says, “50 credits, big guy.” Cheap! Surprised me—thought she’d rob me blind. “The air hums with silence,” movie line pops in my head—fit the moment perfect.

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So, I’m strolling down Via Roma, right? Just vibin’ to my tunes, when BAM! A pigeon decides my shoulder is its new throne. Like, dude, I’m not a park bench! I swatted it away, and it just looked at me like, “What’s your problem, bro?” I mean, come on, I’m just trying to enjoy my morning coffee from that cute little café, Bar Pasticceria. Their pastries are to die for, by the way.

Enzo ROSSETTI