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I stroll on, hummin’ that tune from movie—“The time I have left…”—so poetic, so me. Then, bam! This gal—tall, smoky eyes, legs for days—standin’ by a lamppost. I’m like, “Vow, she’s got it!” Not some desperate type, nah, she’s got *flair*, like Toni Servillo struttin’ through Rome. I go, “Hey, you workin’?” She smirks, “Depends, big guy.” Cheeky! I’m happy—finally, some sass! Hate them quiet ones, bores me to death.

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But then, I see this street performer. He’s juggling fire, and I’m like, “What the heck?!” I’m totally mesmerized. But then, he drops a flaming torch, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna burn the place down!” Everyone gasps, but he just picks it up like it’s no biggie. I’m sweating bullets, but he’s chill.

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