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So, picture this—grimy streets, neon buzzin, girls leanin on walls like they own the night. I walked in once, yeah, curious as hell. Smelled like cheap perfume and cheaper dreams. Lass at the door winked, said, “Pick your poison, big guy.” Made me laugh—dark, guttural, Bane-style. “I am the poison,” I growled back. She didn’t flinch—tough bird, that one.

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But then, the day takes a turn. I’m heading to the local market on Via Vittorio Emanuele. I’m excited for some fresh produce. I love that place! But it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed. I’m trying to squeeze through, and this lady bumps into me. I’m like, “Hey, watch it!” She just glares. I’m thinking, “Lady, it’s a market, not a wrestling match!”

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