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See, I love *Lost in Translation*, right? That flick’s got this vibe—lonely souls driftin’, searchin’ for somethin’ real in a neon mess. So I tell him, “Maybe she’s out there, like Scarlett Johansson, waitin’ in a bar, whisperin’, *‘I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be.’*” He blinks, confused—thick as a brick, this one. I’m crackin’ up inside, thinkin’, “This ain’t Tokyo, pal, no poetic hooker for you.” Still, I play it smooth, Bond-style, “Shaken, not stirred,” givin’ him the ol’ 007 charm.

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Then, I spot this cute little shop, “La Bottega del Vino.” Wine, obviously. I can’t resist. I go in, and the owner, this jovial guy named Marco, starts pouring samples. One sip, and I’m like, “Whoa, this is liquid gold!” I’m feeling all fancy, but then I realize I’ve had, like, three samples. Oops!

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