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What shocked me? How normal it felt talkin’ to her. She cracked a joke—somethin’ about politicians bein’ worse whores than her. Gold! Made me happy—wit in the dark, ya know? But then, boom—anger. Why’s she out here? System’s rigged! Billionaires sittin’ on yachts while she’s freezin’. “This is my land!”—Kolya yells that in the movie, and damn, she should yell it too!

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Anyway, I shake it off and head to the market. Oh man, the Mercato di Selargius is buzzing! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of pastries. I’m drooling. I grab a cornetto, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I see this lady arguing with a vendor. She’s all like, “I said NO olives!” and he’s like, “But they’re free!” I’m just standing there, munching, thinking, “Lady, it’s olives, not gold.”

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