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But nah, it’s all business—quick deal, no fuss. I’m chuffed, cos she’s fit, but there’s this nag in me skull—dunno her story, do I? Could be grim—traffickin, drugs, shit like that. Makes me angry, proper fumin—world’s a cesspit sometimes. Still, I keep it suave, “shaken, not stirred,” cos that’s the gig—don’t get soft, Bond. Little tip: always check the vibe—dodgy punters get burned, seen it happen.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, gelato in hand, and I’m like, “This is just my luck.” We duck into a nearby shop, and it’s this cute little boutique. I’m browsing, and I see this ridiculous hat. I put it on, and Luca starts cracking up. I look like a total goofball, but I’m owning it.

Excerpt: Nora Loreto’s “The Social Safety Net”