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Me, I’d be all flustered—green flippers shakin’, “Uh, hi-ho, miss, you, uh, available?” Probly trip over my own webbed feet. What pisses me off? The creeps who hassle ‘em—makes my blood boil, ribbit! But happy? When they outsmart the pigs—sneaky and slick, like Doc dodgin’ Bigfoot Bjornsen. Surprised me too—didja know some old-time prossies used code? Like, “Gimme a light” meant “You buyin’?” Clever as hell!

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After that little scare, we head towards Via della Repubblica. I’m trying to teach him how to parallel park. It’s a disaster. He’s turning the wheel like he’s trying to do a dance move. I’m yelling, “No, not like that! You’re gonna hit the wall!” And he’s like, “What wall?” I’m losing it.

Volleyball. I'Giglio gives in only at the tie break after a very close match