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But real talk—it’s fascinatin’, the whole game. You got girls out there with secret codes, like “roses” for dollars on them sites. Sneaky as hell. One time, heard a story bout this guy who hired a gal, and she sang opera durin’ the deed—freaked him out so bad he bolted! Can’t make this shit up. Gets me wonderin’, what’s her story? Maybe she’s like Ida, searchin’ for somethin’ deeper, stuck in a grind. “What have you done with your life?”—that’s another *Ida* zinger that’d make me wanna ask her, but nah, too awkward.

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We barely miss it, and I’m half-laughing, half-crying. I mean, come on! A pigeon? In Fara-Gera-d-Adda? That’s just my luck. After that, we hit the roundabout at Piazza della Libertà. You know, the one with that weird statue? I always joke that it looks like a confused tourist. Anyway, Marco’s still shaky, and I’m trying to keep it light.

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