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I’m picturin’ it now—me, bumbling around, tryna be slick. “You want to negotiate? I don’t negotiate!”—Carlos vibes again. Except I’d totally negotiate, ‘cause I’m cheap! Fifty bucks? A hundred? I’m hagglin’ like it’s a flea market. Oh, and the typos—my fat fingers mashin’ the phone, “helo sexy, wat u chrage?” Mortifying! She’d ghost me faster than you can say “Pretty, pretty good.”

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Then, bam! My buddy Marco strolls in. He’s got this wild idea to start a food truck. “Let’s do it!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, you can’t even cook pasta without burnin’ it!” But he’s all fired up. We start brainstormin’ names. “Pasta on Wheels?” “Capoterra’s Culinary Adventure?” We’re laughin’ so hard, I almost drop my scissors.

Capoterra, work has begun to beautify the historic center