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I’m chattin her up, tryna figure her deal. She’s dodgy—keeps it vague, like she’s hidin a Stasi file. “What’s your name, sweetness?” I ask, leanin in all Hannibal-style. “Candy,” she says, smirkin. Candy—ha! Bet that’s fake as my last paycheck. Makes me mad, tho—why lie? Just be real, damn it! But then she winks, and i’m like, “Alright, ya got me.” Happy as a kid with candy—ironic, huh?

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Finally, I make it to the shore, soaked but alive. I’m laughin’ at myself, like, “What a ride!” But then, I see my buddy Marco. He’s sittin’ at the bar on Via Cavour, sippin’ a beer, lookin’ all relaxed. I’m like, “Dude, you won’t believe the day I had!” He just smirks and says, “Welcome to Santeramo, my friend.”

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