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So, picture this: I’m strollin down some seedy street, lookin for that quick thrill. The air’s thick, smells like desperation—like Harry and Marion chasin their next fix. I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, all sass and shadow. “I’m not gonna lose my arm!” she snaps when I ask if she’s clean. Ha! Made me chuckle—girl’s got spunk. I like that. Reminds me of Hannibal Lecter—fictional, of course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s me, noticin the details: her chipped red nails, the way she smirks like she knows somethin I don’t.

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Dinner was amazing, but then I got a text from my friend. “Emergency! Meet me at the piazza!” I’m thinking, “What now?” I rushed over, and it turns out, they just wanted to show me a new gelato place. I mean, come on! But hey, who am I to say no to gelato? We ended up trying every flavor. I think I gained 5 pounds in one night.

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