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Then—surprise!—cops roll by, lights flashin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Shite, busted!” But nah, they’re after some drunk twat pukin’ nearby. Dodged a bullet, me and her both. Happy as a pig in mud, I was—freedom’s sweet, innit? Dr. Evil’s like, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sizin’ up the chaos like a bloody genius.

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Finally, I get the glass in. It’s lookin’ good, but then I hear this loud crash. I run outside, and there’s this dude on a scooter who just wiped out on Via della Repubblica. I mean, he’s okay, but his scooter? Total wreck. I can’t help but laugh. He gets up, brushes himself off, and yells, “I’m fine! Just my pride is hurt!” Classic Marsciano moment, right?

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