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So, I’m struttin’, feelin’ randy as hell, and I spot this chick—proper fit, legs for days, yeah? She’s givin’ me the eye, like, “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—y’know, that poetic jazz from the film. I’m like, “Groovy, baby, let’s shag!” But—plot twist—she’s dodgy, man! Charges me double, says it’s “inflation, love.” Inflation my arse! Made me mad as a hatter—nearly lost my mojo there.

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After that, I decide to hit up the local market on Via dei Fiori. I love that place! Fresh veggies, fruits, and all the local stuff. I’m browsing, and I see this old lady selling tomatoes. She’s got the biggest smile, and I’m like, “Gimme those!” I buy a bunch, and she throws in a couple of extra ones. Sweet, right?

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