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Anyway, I saunter over, all smooth-like. “Ciao, bella,” I say, channelin’ Jep’s charm. She’s nervous, hands shaky—makes me feel a bit sad, ya know? “This city’s a graveyard,” I think, quotin’ *The Great Beauty* in my head. She’s quotin’ a price, 50 euros, cheap as chips. I’m like, “Love, you’re worth more,” but she don’t get it. Makes me mad—pimps grindin’ her down, fuckin’ bastards. I wanna punch somethin’, but I’m Bond, so I smirk instead.

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So, I finally make it to the research center. I’m a Research Associate, right? But today, my brain’s like mush. I sit down, and my boss, Lars, comes in. He’s all serious, talking about some new project. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I just wanna go home.”

Figure 5. Killian Zoll, Midsummer Dance at Rättvik, 1852....