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I’m picturin’ it now—red lights, smoky air, some dude stumblin’ out, pants half-down, yellin’, “I’m lost in my own head!”—movie line, motherfucker, fits perfect! Me? I’d be sittin’ there, sippin’ whiskey, watchin’ the chaos. Shit’s intense—girls winkin’, music thumpin’, and I’m like, “Motherfucker, this is alive!” Gets my blood pumpin’, but then—bam!—you see some sad-eyed chick, and it hits ya. “What did I do?”—there’s that line again, hauntin’ me.

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So, I keep walking, right? I hit up the main square, where all the action is. There’s this market, and let me tell ya, the smells are insane. Fresh bread, fruits, and some weird fish I’ve never seen. I’m like, “What’s that?” The vendor just grins and says, “It’s a local delicacy!” I’m like, “Yeah, no thanks. I’ll stick to my pizza.”

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