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Anyway, I’d limp in—cane and all—sneer, “You’re no cure for boredom.” She’d laugh, maybe—she’s heard worse. Humor’s my shield, y’know? Sarcasm drips— “Wow, you’re a real artist, huh?” Total House move. Movie vibes kick in— “I just feel so alone,” I’d mutter, half-jokin’. She’d shrug— “Me too, doc.” Connection? Maybe. Lies? Definitely. Everybody lies, even me—sayin’ I don’t care. Truth is, it’s messy, human, and kinda hilarious. Findin’ a prostitute—lost in translation, Russian style!

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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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