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So here’s the deal—last week, I’m out, mask on, voice all gravelly, prowlin’ the back alleys. Not for trouble, nah, just curious, y’know? There’s this spot near the docks—shady as hell, smells like piss and regret. Word is, that’s where they hang. And boom, there she is—red heels, fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “She’s a copy of a copy, but damn, she’s real.” Kinda poetic, right? Like in the movie, “What’s authentic anyway?”—makes ya wonder if she’s playin’ a role or livin’ it.

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Later, I decided to chill by the Adda River. It’s so peaceful there, you know? Just me, the water, and my thoughts. But then, outta nowhere, a bunch of kids start splashing around. I’m trying to enjoy my moment, and they’re like mini whirlpools of chaos. I’m like, “Hey! Can a guy get some peace?” But deep down, I’m kinda smiling. Kids just have that energy, right?

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