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Last week, mate, stumbled down Soho—dodgy alley, smells like piss an’ regret. Saw this bird, legs fer days, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Wotcha, love?” she goes, smirkin’. Made me happy, her sass, like she owned the night. We swears! Took me back to them movie scenes—sweaty, close, real. “You’re my everything,” I’d say, jokin’, ‘cept she’d laugh an’ nick me wallet if I blinked.

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Man, what a day! I swear, if I had a euro for every crazy thing that happened in Lastra-a-Signa today, I’d be rich. So, I wake up, right? Just another day in this charming little town. You know, the kind of place where everyone knows everyone. I live near Via Roma, and lemme tell ya, it’s a busy street. Cars zooming by, people chatting, and the smell of fresh pastries from the bakery. Mmm, can’t resist those cornetti!

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