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Dunno why I’m even here—curiosity, I reckon. Prozzies got their own code, tho—did ya know some use secret hand signals? Like spies, mate! Blows my circuits. Anyway, she’s laughin at me, callin me “golden boy”—cheeky tart. I’m all, “I’m not built for this!” but she’s like, “Relax, it’s just business.” Business my arse—feels like a bloody op gone sideways. “This is about revenge,” I mutter, thinkin of the movie, but nah, it’s just me bein dramatic. Hah, imagine me tellin Vader bout this—reckon he’d choke me out for fun.

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So, I head back to the port, and I’m ready to call it a day. But then I see this little café on Via Giuseppe Mazzini. The smell of fresh pastries hits me like a brick wall. I can’t resist. I grab a sfogliatella, and man, it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m sittin’ there, munchin’ away, and suddenly, I’m happy again.

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