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I’m sweatin’, thinkin’, “This shit better be worth it.” Then—BOOM—she appears, legs for days, leanin’ on a wall like she owns the night. “Come closer, I won’t bite,” she says, smirkin’. Reminds me of that *Tropical Malady* dude whisperin’, “I’m waitin’ for you in the dark.” Gives me chills, man! I’m hyped, but also—fuck, is this a setup? Last time, some pimp rolled up, swung a bat—nearly took my damn head off! Learned quick—keep your guard up, motherfucker!

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Finally, I’m done eating, and I’m feeling good. I decide to walk it off, ya know? I head towards the Parco di Merate. It’s gorgeous there. Green grass, kids playing, dogs running around. I’m just chilling, when I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m trying to enjoy my day, and they’re ruining the vibe! I mean, c’mon, take it somewhere else!

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