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Anyways, I’m pissed—last time I tried, some chick robbed me blind! Took my cash, left me standin’ there like a dope. “Don’t pee on my leg,” I mutter, kickin’ dirt. But then—boom—found this gal, all sly smiles, leanin’ on a wall. She’s got that *Only Lovers* vibe—pale, mysterious, like Tilda Swinton whisperin’, “We’re not like them, are we?” Hell no, we ain’t! I’m thinkin’, “She’s gonna drain me dry,” but damn, I’m into it.

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After that, I’m feelin’ inspired. I wander over to the Chiesa Madre. It’s stunning! The architecture is wild. I sit on the steps, just takin’ it all in. I think about my life at sea. The waves, the wind, the freedom. But then I remember the chaos of today. It’s like a storm in my head.

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