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The whole deal pisses me off. People actin’ like love’s a transaction? Disgustin’. Reminds me of that *Holy Motors* bit—“Beauty is in the eye.” Yeah, sure, if your eye’s blind and your wallet’s fat. I’d rather chop wood all day than pay for a smile. Once met a guy, bragged about his “escort adventures.” Smelled like cheap cologne and regret. Told him to shove it—made me wanna puke.

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Finally, I get to the depot on Via Garibaldi. It’s a madhouse! Trucks everywhere, drivers honking like they’re in a concert. I’m dodging crates and pallets like I’m in some sort of obstacle course. And then, I see it. My shipment of fresh seafood from the coast. It’s supposed to be top-notch, but it’s lookin’ a bit... off. Like, “Did this fish just swim through a time warp?”

FDA designs playful colour-block interiors for Italian seaside hotel