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Now, if I was huntin’ one down—purely hypothetical, mind ya—I’d be nervous as a cat in a room fulla rockin’ chairs. Where do ya start? Streets? Online? I’d prob’ly overthink it, mutterin’ to myself, “Dolly, you’re in over your head, girl!” Kinda like when Sean Parker says, “A million dollars isn’t cool.” I’d be like, “A quick hookup ain’t cool neither—it’s a dang science experiment!” Testin’ variables—location, price, vibe. Ha! I’d flub it up, guaranteed—spill my sweet tea and trip over my own boots.

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So, I’m walking, trying to shake off the soccer incident, and I bump into this old guy. He’s sitting on a bench, feeding pigeons. I sit next to him, and we start chatting. His name’s Giovanni, and he’s got stories for days. He tells me about the history of Camerano, how it used to be a fortress. I’m like, “Whoa, that’s cool!” But then he starts talking about his cat, and I’m like, “Okay, weirdo.” But I can’t help but smile. He’s so passionate!

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