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But here’s the thing—*Talk to Her* vibes hit me hard. That line, “The best thing is to wait,” pops up, and I’m like, wait for what? Love? A discount? I’m pacin’, neurotic as hell, thinkin’—is this moral? Immoral? Who cares! I’m not hurtin’ nobody, right? Still, my brain’s yellin’, “Larry, you idiot, don’t do it!” But then—surprise, surprise—I’m curious. What’s she like? Does she talk? Does she laugh at my dumb jokes? I’d probably overthink it, ruin the whole thing. “So, uh, ya like Seinfeld?” Crickets.

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But then, I see this old dude at the counter. He’s got this huge smile, and he’s like, “Hey, you! You look lost!” I’m like, “Yeah, man, I’m just tryin’ to get some cannoli.” He laughs and says, “Join the club!” So, I sit next to him, and we start chattin’. Turns out, he’s lived in Palma-di-Montechiaro his whole life. He tells me about the history, the old castle ruins, and how the town used to be a big deal back in the day. I’m like, “Wow, I had no idea!”

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