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Then – bam! – some twat in a beat-up truck cuts us off. “Outta my way, you filthy war boy!” I yell, pissed as hell. Nearly smashed the martini glass I don’t even have. She’s cacklin’, lovin’ the chaos, says, “You’re mad, ain’t ya?” Damn right, doll – mad for ya curves and that hustle. “Shaken, not stirred,” I wink, dodgin’ potholes like I’m dodgin’ Blofeld.

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Suddenly, I hear a loud crash. I rush outside, and there’s a guy on a scooter who just wiped out on Via Mazzini. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s not funny, but c’mon! He gets up, brushes himself off, and yells, “I’m fine!” Classic.

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