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Aight, so it goes down—quick, messy, like a street fight. She’s all business, no chit-chat, and I’m like, “Damn, girl, you cold!” Made me mad again, but also—respect. Hustle’s hustle, y’know? Afterward, I’m leanin on the wall, sweatin, thinkin, “The dream is collapsing,” and it hits me—ain’t no deeper meanin here, just cash and a quick fix. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but felt like I lost a round, ya feel me?

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Finally, I get my drink, and I’m feeling good. I stroll down to the park, Parco della Libertà. It’s a nice spot, right? Trees, benches, the whole vibe. I sit down, take a sip, and BAM! A pigeon decides my lap is the perfect landing pad. Like, seriously? I’m not a bird perch! I’m flailing, trying to shoo it away, and people are staring. Great, just great.

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