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So, I keep lookin—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—and I’m chattin up this dude at a bar, askin where’s the action. He’s all shady, whisperin bout some spot off 5th. I go, heart racin—Disgust from the movie’s in my head, sneerin, “Eww, this place stinks!” And it did—trash, sweat, cheap perfume. But then—bam!—I spot her. Red heels, fishnets, givin me that look. I’m like, “Joy, take the wheel!” She saunters over, all confidence, and I’m thinkin—damn, she’s got it. We talk price—quick n dirty negotiation—and I’m surprised, she’s funny too! Cracked some joke bout “servicin the mayor”—had me laughin my ass off.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I didn’t sign up for this! I duck into a café on Via di Formello, hoping for a quick espresso. But the barista? He’s taking his sweet time. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “Dude, I need caffeine, not a life story!”

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