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So, I’m chattin’ her up, real casual-like. She’s all, “Fifty bucks, hon,” and I’m like, “FIFTY? For what, a ride to Gotham?” Hah! Bargained her down to thirty—score! She’s got this raspy laugh, tells me she once dodged a cop by hidin’ in a dumpster. Smelled like old fish, she said, but freedom’s worth it. I’m noddin’, thinkin’, “This gal’s a survivor, a real Harvey Dent—two sides, ya know?”

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So, I’m walking down Via San Giovanni, and I see this cute little market. Fresh fruits, veggies, all that good stuff. I’m like, “Yes! Finally, something nice!” I grab some tomatoes, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s all like, “You know, these tomatoes are the best in the region!” I’m thinking, “Lady, I just want to make a salad.” But she was so passionate, I couldn’t help but smile.

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