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So, picture this—I’m watchin’ *Finding Nemo* last night, my fave, obvi, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s like that seagull screamin’ “Mine! Mine!” Greedy, loud, takin’ what it wants. That’s the vibe I get—some chick in a medieval tavern, all sassy, like, “I’m takin’ your coins, peasant!” I love that energy, tho—makes me happy, like, get it, girl! But then, bam, society’s all “Righteous indignation!”—total buzzkill. Surprised me how fast it flipped from power to shame.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m sprinting down the street, trying to find shelter. I duck into this little café on Via Garibaldi. It’s cozy, and the smell of pastries is heavenly. I order a slice of tiramisu, and let me tell you, it was the best decision ever. I’m sitting there, watching the rain, feeling all philosophical. Like, life is weird, man. One minute you’re mad about gelato on your shoes, and the next you’re eating tiramisu and contemplating existence.

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