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But lemme tell ya, it’s a mixed bag. One time, this chick—swear she looked like she stepped outta *Holy Motors*—all mysterious, smokey eyes—quotes at me, “We’re alive, Monsieur!” I’m like, damn, girl, you deep! Got me smilin’, heart racin’—then bam, she asks double. Pissed me off, yo. Hustle’s hustle, but don’t play me like that.

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So, I’m a Mourner, right? Sounds heavy, I know. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. First off, I hit up Via Roma. It’s like the main street, you know? All the shops and cafes. I was just grabbing a coffee at that little place, Bar Centrale. Best cappuccino in town, no joke. But then, bam! My phone buzzes.

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