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Oh, and her laugh? Probly fake as hell, like mine—*hahaha*! Bet she’s got guys wrapped round her finger, thinkin’ they’re special. “Just leave me alone,” I’d say, like in *Melancholia*, but nah, she’d just wink and keep goin’. Exaggeratin’ a lil, maybe, but she’s larger than life! A hot mess, a legend, a total whore—and I’m here for it, nasal voice and all!

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So, I’m caffeine-less and wandering down Via Roma, feeling like a zombie. I bump into this old guy, Signor Giuseppe. He’s always got some wild story about the good ol’ days. Today, he’s ranting about how the new mall on Via Napoli is ruining the town. I mean, I get it. Gentrification sucks. But c’mon, it’s just a mall! He’s waving his hands like he’s conducting an orchestra. I’m half-listening, half-trying to find a place to get my fix.

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