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Anyways, back to the flick—that kid monk tosses stones at fish, yeh? Whores, they’re like them fish—dodgin’ rocks all day. S’pose it’s sad, kinda. Gets me soft for a sec, then—nah! We hates it! All that fakin’ moans, “Oh baby, you’re the best!”—lies, lies, lies! Drives me bonkers, precious. If I wanted fake, I’d chat up a mirror, ha!

Be a whore and own the insult

Whore. I'm the girl you've been thinking about. The one thing you can't live without. I'm the girl you've been waiting for. I'll have you down on your knees.

As the day goes on, we decide to hit up a gelato place on Via Mazzini. I’m all about that pistachio life, but Marco insists on trying this weird flavor—basil and lemon. I’m like, “Dude, that sounds gross.” But he’s all in, and I’m just here for the ride. We sit outside, and I’m enjoying my gelato when I see this guy trying to impress a girl. He’s doing all these cheesy pick-up lines, and I’m cringing hard. Like, bro, just be yourself!

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