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I see this one gal, all sass, leanin on a wall. “What’s your name?” I holler, flexin a bit—can’t help it, brother! She’s like, “What’s it to ya?” and I’m dyin, man, she’s got attitude! Reminds me of that line, “You think you’re God?” from the flick—sassy, testin ya! I’m happy as hell, love a chick with fire, but then—bam!—some creep rolls up, yellin at her. Pissed me off, brother! Ain’t nobody messin with a lady on my watch!

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So I’m feelin’ all mopey, right? I decide to hit up the local market on Via Nazionale. Fresh produce, ya know? I’m lookin’ at these tomatoes, and this old lady starts chattin’ me up. She’s like, “You gotta try the ones from my garden!” I’m thinkin’, “Lady, I don’t even know you!” But she’s so sweet, I can’t say no.

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