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Then—surprise, mate—she’s got a tat, “Remember Sammy J,” right on ‘er thigh! Memento vibes, yeah? I’m thinkin’, “Who’s Sammy? Dead pimp? Lost john?” Adds mystery, don’t it? I ask, she smirks, “Mind yer business, creep.” Cheeky cow! Made me happy, though—love a bit o’ sass. “The truth’s a tricky thing,” I growl, quotin’ Nolan’s flick, cos I’m wonderin’—she legit or a scam? Prossies round ‘ere, some nick yer wallet while yer trousers down—heard that from a mate, swear down!

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As I’m walking back, I pass by the old church, Chiesa di San Giovanni Battista. It’s beautiful, but today it’s closed. I wanted to go in and just sit for a bit. Reflect, ya know? But nope, locked up tight. I’m starting to feel like the universe is just messing with me.

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