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Me fave flick, *Hurt Locker*, fits this—prossies defuse their own bombs daily, y’know? “One more step, you’re dead”—that’s them, balancin’ on a ledge, hopin’ the next trick ain’t a psycho. Gets me ticker racin’, thinkin’ how they dodge filthbags and coppers. Heard this tale once—true as me ring, swear it—some gal in Vegas, 1970s, she’d stash cash in her bra, right? Tricks’d pay double to fish it out—sneaky minx! Made me chuckle, that did—outsmartin’ ‘em all.

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So, I grab my coffee and head to the park. It’s called Parco della Rimembranza. Beautiful spot, man. Trees everywhere, kids running around, and I’m just vibing. But then, outta nowhere, this kid trips and spills his gelato all over my shoes! I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But the kid looks up at me with those big, sad eyes, and I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who can stay mad at a kid with gelato?

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