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Me quirks? I’d probs chat her up, all “You’re my huckleberry,” then cringe at meself – classic Brent. Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe she’s scalpin’ hearts, not just wallets – dramatic, I know, but it’s art! Sarcasm? “Oh yeah, she’s livin’ the dream” – nah, she’s tougher than me on a bad sales day. Whores, mate, they’re the real MVPs, no corporate bollocks, just raw vibes. What a laugh, eh?

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So, I finally get my cheese and head to the park, Parco della Libertà. It’s beautiful there, man. Kids are playing, couples are picnicking, and I’m just trying to find a spot to chill. I plop down on a bench, and guess what? A dog runs up and steals my cheese! I’m like, “Dude, that’s my lunch!” But the owner just shrugs and says, “He’s a cheese thief.” I can’t even be mad. That dog has style.

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