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Anyway, I saunter over, all smooth-like. “Ciao, bella,” I say, channelin’ Jep’s charm. She’s nervous, hands shaky—makes me feel a bit sad, ya know? “This city’s a graveyard,” I think, quotin’ *The Great Beauty* in my head. She’s quotin’ a price, 50 euros, cheap as chips. I’m like, “Love, you’re worth more,” but she don’t get it. Makes me mad—pimps grindin’ her down, fuckin’ bastards. I wanna punch somethin’, but I’m Bond, so I smirk instead.

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After that, I needed a breather. So, I headed over to the Promenade. It’s so pretty there, with the estuary and all. I sat on a bench, trying to calm down. But then, I overheard this couple arguing. They were going at it, like, “You never listen!” and “You always forget!” Classic, right? I couldn’t help but chuckle. I mean, who doesn’t have those days?

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