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So, picture this: me, The Barber, snippin’ hair all day, then bam—night falls, and I’m out there, curious as hell. Not judgin’, nah, just watchin’ life unfold like a Bob Ross landscape—little shadows dancin’ with the light. You roll up to some sketchy corner, neon buzzin’, and there she is—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s got that vibe, y’know, like Adèle’s lover, all fierce and fragile at once. “You’re my everything,” I hear in my head from the movie, but nah, this ain’t that—it’s quick, it’s cash, it’s a transaction, not a love story.

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After that, I’m ready for a break. I step outside to grab a quick espresso at the café on Via Cagliari. The barista, Luca, knows my order by heart. “One espresso, extra strong!” I down it like a champ. The sun’s settin’, and Capoterra looks beautiful. The hills, the sea, it’s all so picturesque.

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