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The rush tho—happy vibes! They’re livin’ fast, dodgin’ rules, like me poppin’ outta graves. But the burnout? Brutal. Clients can be sleazy—think Kamaji with his grubby paws, but worse. One story I heard: this chick ditched a dude mid-date ‘cause he smelled like boiled socks—hilarious! She was all, “I’m not your Sen, buddy, peace out!” Cracked me up, but damn, takes guts.

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Excellent service, beautifully designed, an appetising selection of pastries and the best aperol spritz in town. Definitely worth a visit.

So, I roll into work at this old building on Via Monastero. It’s got that classic vibe, like, you can almost hear the ghosts of monks whisperin’ or somethin’. I’m just settlin’ in, ready to hit the “up” button, when this lady storms in. She’s all flustered, hair a mess, and I’m like, “Whoa, what’s up?” Turns out she lost her cat. In Cividale! I mean, it’s a small town, how do you lose a cat? But she’s frantic, and I’m tryin’ to be supportive, ya know?

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