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Gets me thinkin’, tho—*Inception* style—what’s her reality? She’s stuck in a dream she can’t wake from, sellin’ skin to survive. Pisses me off, world’s a cesspool! But happy too—Candy’s a fighter, ain’t she? Reminds me, “You mustn’t be afraid to dream bigger, darling!” I’d slip her an extra twenty, wink, and bounce. Once saw her dodge a cop—ran like a gazelle, skirt hiked up—hilarious! “The dreamer’s awake now, pig!” I yelled in my head.

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So, I hit the streets, feelin’ pumped. I mean, Fasano’s got that charm, ya know? The narrow alleys, the old stone buildings, and the smell of fresh focaccia waftin’ through the air. I’m walkin’ down Corso Vittorio Emanuele, and I swear, I could smell the olive oil from a mile away. My stomach growled louder than a lion in the arena.

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