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We slip into an alley—dark, damp, pure *Mulholland* vibes. “This is the girl,” I think again, head spinnin’—wine or lust, who knows? She’s quick, efficient—prolly done this a hundred times. Me? I’m imaginin’ I’m Justin Theroux, all broody and lost, fuckin’ a stranger while the world unravels. “What’s my name?” I laugh again—stupid question, she don’t care. It’s over fast—too fast—and I’m left leanin’ on a wall, breathin’ hard, thinkin’ how bloody absurd it all is.

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I step outside, and it’s like the whole street’s gone dark. I can hear people grumblin’. “Not again!” they say. Codogno’s power outages are legendary. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” But then, I see my buddy Luca walkin’ by. He’s got a generator!

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