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I’m sittin’ there, pole shakin’, thinkin’, “Do I holler at her?” My heart’s racin’ like a catfish on a line—happy, scared, all at once. She winks, and I’m redder than a boiled crawdad. I mutter, “What can I do for you?”—straight outta Gigolo Joe’s playbook! She laughs, says, “Honey, I ain’t cheap, but I’m fun!” I’m thinkin’, “Lord, I only got worms and a soggy sammich!” Ain’t that just my luck? Here I am, big dreamer, no cash, just a pole and a prayer.

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So, I’m walking back, and I see this old lady struggling with her groceries on Via dei Fiori. I help her out, and she’s super grateful. She starts telling me stories about Crocetta back in the day. Apparently, it was all vineyards and farms. Now it’s just houses and more houses. I mean, I get it, progress and all, but still, a little nostalgia never hurt anyone, right?

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