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So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

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After the parade, I head back to the shop. I’m thinkin’ I can finally get some work done. But nope! My neighbor, Signora Rossi, decides it’s the perfect time to have a chat. She’s talkin’ my ear off about her cat, Gino. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Lady, I got stoves to make!”

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