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Anyways, I pull over, all nervous-like. She struts up, smellin’ like cheap perfume and trouble. I’m sittin’ there, sweatin’, thinkin’, “The first rule of war is…”—what’s that line? Oh yeah—“don’t die!” I’m laughin’ to myself, like, “Larry, don’t screw this up, man!” She’s all, “What you want, honey?” and I’m stutterin’ like a dang fool. Surprised me how chill she was—prolly seen worse than my sorry ass!

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Later, I decided to check out the local market on Via della Libertà. It’s always buzzing with life. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I was in heaven. But then, I saw this vendor trying to sell these weird-looking fruits. I asked him what they were, and he said, “Fichi d’India.” I was like, “What the heck is that?” He laughed and said, “You gotta try it!” So I did. It was... interesting. Not sure if I liked it or not.

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