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Here’s the kicker: it’s risky as hell. Investin in this? You’re dancin with the devil in a red dress—like Carol sayin, “I’m not afraid of you.” Mate, I’d be shittin bricks! One wrong move, and the taxman’s knockin—or worse, some bruiser named Tony with a baseball bat. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d rather wrestle a bleedin lion than bet on this!

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Jennifer Melfi, after having a panic attack. Tony tells Melfi he is a waste management consultant, but she intimates to him that she knows who he actually is.

So, I finally get to the bar, La Dolce Vita. It’s my second home, ya know? I’m behind the counter, ready to mix some magic. First customer? This old dude, Giovanni. He’s a regular, always orders a Negroni. But today, he’s all fired up. “Did you hear about the new gelato place on Via Cavour?” he yells. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s just gelato.” But he’s ranting about how it’s gonna ruin the local spots. I mean, I get it, but c’mon, it’s gelato!

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