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I saunter up, tip my hat, all cool-like. “Evenin’, miss,” I say, voice smooth as whiskey. She smirks, like, “What’s a bailiff want with me?” I’m thinkin’, *“Maybe we’re just pretending to live,”*—another *Yi Yi* gem. Ain’t that the truth? We’re all playin’ parts down here. I ask her rate—straight up, no bullshit. She says, “Ten bucks, mister, take it or scram.” I laugh, loud and deep—ten bucks in 1800s coin? That’s a damn fortune! Surprised me, her guts did. Gotta respect the hustle.

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After that, I needed a break. I strolled down to Piazza della Libertà. Man, that place is beautiful! The fountain was sparkling, and there were these cute little kids playing. Made me smile, you know? But then, outta nowhere, this old lady starts yelling at me. “Hey, you! Get off my bench!” I was like, “Lady, I’m just standing here!” Fosso’s full of characters, I tell ya.

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