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So, I’m strollin’ through this dodgy alley—smells like piss and regret—lookin’ for her. Eyes sharp, suit crisp, cos even here, I’m the smoothest bastard around. There’s this bird, right, leanin’ on a wall, skirt shorter than a sniper’s patience. I’m like, “Oi, love, you workin’?” She smirks, all sassy, “Depends who’s askin’, handsome.” Cheeky minx! I’m chuffed—she’s got spirit, not just some dead-eyed doll.

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Finally, I made it to the job site on Via San Rocco. It was a mess. I mean, I love my job, but today? Ugh. The surface I was supposed to blast was all rusty and gross. I was like, “Seriously? Who let this happen?” I had to spend an hour just prepping the area. Not what I signed up for, man. But hey, at least the view was nice. You could see the hills in the distance, and the sun was shining. Kinda made it worth it, I guess.

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