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Exaggeratin for effect—she’s a goddess, man, a queen in ripped fishnets! Okay, maybe not, but she’s real, and that’s enough. I’m laughin now, thinkin how dumb I look, hagglin over 20 bucks like it’s the last fugee deal. She’s chill, tho, says, “Relax, Morgan, you’re good.” I ain’t told her my name, but I’m rollin with it. In my head, I’m screamin—damn, this is better than a movie! No dystopia here, just two souls vibin in the wreckage. And that’s findin a prostitute, my friend—gritty, human, and fuckin alive.

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After that, I decide to hit up the Chiesa di San Bartolomeo. It’s stunning, man. The details are insane. I’m just standing there, soaking it all in, when this kid runs in, yelling about a cat stuck in a tree. I’m like, “Dude, priorities!” But I can’t help it. I follow him outside.

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