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I was madder’n a wet hen one night—dude tried rippin’ me off, said she was “classy,” but she smelled like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminded me of Christian chasin’ that dream—ya think it’s all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” but nope! Sometimes it’s just a hustle, y’all. I hollered, “Boy, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” Made me wanna spit nails, I swear. But then—Lordy!—I found this one gal, sweet as pecan pie, and I was happier’n a pig in mud. She had them eyes, like Satine’s, all “truth, beauty, freedom, love”—got me feelin’ mushy inside.

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s blazin’ through my window on Via Roma. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” I grab my coffee, and boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Yo, let’s hit up the market on Via Nazionale!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?”

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