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Still, sex-dating’s got juice. Quick thrills, no strings—cool, right? Gets me hyped thinkin’ ‘bout it. Tho, humans mess up—dick pics outta nowhere? Gross. “What’s your strategy?” Toni’d ask, laughin’. No strategy, just chaos! Love that movie—shows life’s weird, like sex-datin’. Once saw a profile: “DTF, no aliens.” Rude! Laughed my ass off.

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figli di massoni, figli di prostitute. e non so cosa farci. e non ci fosso fare niente: il debole è colpevole, il ricco è innocente. Volgaraccio, mercenario, ma stavolta sono sincero: non mi compri e non mi vendo. e grido "a morte lo straniero"! Sono brigante, sono brigante!

First off, I had to rush to the lab on Via Garibaldi. Traffic was a nightmare! Like, who knew Fosso had so many cars? I swear, I saw a guy on a scooter almost take out a pigeon. Classic Fosso, right? Anyway, I finally made it to the lab, and my boss, Dr. Mancini, was already in a mood. He’s always in a mood. Like, dude, chill. It’s just biochemistry, not rocket science. Well, maybe it is, but still.

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