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Now, me, I’d be nervous as hell—sweatin’ like a bantha in heat. What if she’s cool, tho? Like, tells ya her story over a smoke? “My body is a cage,” she might whisper, like Bauby’s locked-in vibes. Gets ya thinkin’—she’s human, not just a quick deal. Surprised me once, this chick I met—total accident, swear—said she was savin’ for a kid’s school. Blew my mind! Here I am, judgin’, while she’s out here grindin’.

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After wranglin’ the sheep, I finally get to shear. It’s hot, and I’m sweatin’ like crazy. But hey, the sheep are lookin’ good, and I’m feelin’ accomplished. Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s tellin’ me about this time he tried to impress a girl at the bar on Via Cavour. Spoiler: it didn’t go well. He ended up spillin’ his drink all over her. Classic Marco!

Murder in Corbetta (Milan): wife stabs husband to death and then kills herself