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Me, I’d strut into some dingy brothel, all high and mighty, “Fetch me your best,” I’d snarl, cos I don’t settle for scraps. Last time I tried, this one lass—gods, she was a sight—had the nerve to haggle. Haggle! With *me*! Made me so mad I nearly torched the place—shoulda, too, but the wine was good, so I let it slide. “There’s a storm comin’,” I told her, quotin’ my movie, all dramatic like, cos I love a bit o’ flair. She just blinked, dumb as a post. Useless.

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So, we got this mean street called Margherita Ave—real classy, real old school, sorta like the feel of "Synecdoche, New York," where every brick tells a story. I mean, c’mon, it's like watchin' a film unfold right outside yo’ window. And then there's Carmine Blvd, where I used ta wander, thinkin’ about all those misspent dates and "what ifs." Eh, gabagool? Ova here!

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