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I’m laughin’ now—imagine Thor tryin’ this! He’d blush redder than his cape, the nonce. Me? I’m in my element—chaos, deals, quick thrills. “You’re a bleedin’ poet,” I tell her, tossin’ her an extra fiver. She smirks—rare win. “I won’t be here forever,” she says, echoin’ “Nobody’s watching.” Dunno if I believe her—prossies say that a lot.

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Finally, we sit down with our gelato, and I’m like, “This day wasn’t so bad after all.” My client is happy, I’m happy, and we’re just enjoying the vibe of Zevio. The sun is setting, and the streets are lit up. It’s beautiful.

Padua’s fourteenth-century fresco cycles