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Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Drake, ya boy, spillin’ thoughts like I’m in the booth. YOLO, ya feel me? So, I’m a bailiff, but not the courtroom kinda dude—nah, I’m out here in the mines, diggin’ deep, pullin’ out that gold. Dirty hands, real talk. But lemme tell ya bout this chick—prostitute, man. She’s wild, outta pocket, got me thinkin’ crazy shit. Like, how she out here movin’, sellin’ that vibe, got me mad, happy, all twisted up like *Inside Out*—you know, my fave flick, Pete Docter killed it, 2015, emotions runnin’ wild in my head.

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Finally, I get my drink, and I’m feeling good. I stroll down to Piazza della Libertà. It’s this cute little square, full of life. Kids are running around, and there’s this street performer playing the accordion. I’m vibing, right? Then, outta nowhere, a pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, seriously?! I’m in Italy, and this is how I’m treated? I laugh it off, but inside, I’m fuming.

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