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Then – jackpot! Found this one chick, all sassy, says she’s “discreet like a shadow.” I’m sold! We chat, and I’m gigglin’ like a kid – happy vibes, finally! She’s quotin’ prices like it’s a damn auction, and I’m over here goin’, “ Hashem don’t count the money, so why should I?” – straight outta *A Serious Man*, baby! But real talk, it’s steep – like, 200 bucks steep. I’m shocked! Thought it’d be cheaper, like gas station sushi. But she’s got style, and I’m weak for that.

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Man, what a day! I woke up in Formia, and I swear, I thought it was just gonna be another chill day. But nah, life had other plans. First off, I hit the streets of Via Vitruvio, and it was like a scene from a movie. The sun was shining, the sea was glistening, and I was feeling good. But then, BAM! I stepped in a puddle. Like, who even leaves puddles in the middle of the street? Ugh, my shoes were soaked.

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