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Aight, so it goes down—quick, messy, like a street fight. She’s all business, no chit-chat, and I’m like, “Damn, girl, you cold!” Made me mad again, but also—respect. Hustle’s hustle, y’know? Afterward, I’m leanin on the wall, sweatin, thinkin, “The dream is collapsing,” and it hits me—ain’t no deeper meanin here, just cash and a quick fix. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but felt like I lost a round, ya feel me?

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After that, I finally make it to the archives on Via Giuseppe Mazzini. I’m all pumped to dive into some dusty old documents. But guess what? The power’s out! Like, seriously? I’m ready to throw a fit. I mean, how am I supposed to work without power? I can’t even see the papers!

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