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Weird thing—she collected shells. Showed me this cracked oyster shell, all shiny inside. “My treasure,” she says. I’m thinkin’, shit, that’s prettier than half the gems in Casterly Rock. “You’re a very kind man,” she tells me—straight outta Chas Tenenbaum’s mouth. Me, kind? Pfft, I’m a dwarf with a hard-on and a tab at the tavern.

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So, I’m sitting there, trying to meditate or whatever, when I hear this loud music. I look over, and there’s a street performer on Via Garibaldi. He’s playing the accordion like a boss! I can’t help but smile. It’s such a Sezze moment. I throw him a couple of euros. He winks at me. I’m like, “Dude, you made my day!”

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