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So, picture this—I’m cruisin, feelin like a champ, but pissed too. These streets? Dirty, man, not the glitz I deserve! Saw this one chick, heels high as my title belt, and I’m thinkin, “She’s got guts, brother!” Reminds me of Monty—trapped, but bold. “You’re a dead man walkin,” I mutter, not to her, just in my head, ya dig? Life’s a cage match sometimes.

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While I’m munching, Marco starts talking about his latest “adventure.” He went hiking up Monte San Martino and got lost for hours. I’m laughing so hard, I almost choke on my pizza. I mean, who gets lost in their own backyard? But then he pulls out his phone and shows me pics of the view. Wow. Just wow. The hills, the valleys, it’s breathtaking. Makes me wanna hike too, but then I remember my legs are not made for that.

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