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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m feelin it, the itch. Not just for the deed—tho yeah, that too—but to *know* her. What’s her deal? She says her name’s Candy, probs fake, but who cares? I’m Dexter, I don’t judge. She’s twirlin her hair, lookin at me like I’m a puzzle. “You’re weird, strings,” she says. Weird! Me! Pot callin kettle black, babe.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! Like, seriously? I’m drenched in seconds. I duck into a shop on Via Giuseppe Mazzini. It’s a tiny place, but they’ve got the coolest stuff. I’m browsing, trying to dry off, and I spot this vintage vinyl. It’s a classic! I’m like, “I need this!” But then I realize I’m broke. Ugh, life!

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