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Got me pissed once—saw her fleece this dude, wallet and soul, gone. Smilin’ all sweet while his life bled out. Fuckin’ ballsy, tho, gotta give her that. Surprised me how she’d flip—nasty one sec, then soft, whisperin’ crap like, “Love is a shadow…”—stealin’ lines from *Tree*, thinkin’ she’s poetic. Bitch, please. I’d watch her work, tho, leanin’ back, sippin’ my chianti—fuck, she’s good at it. Too good.

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Finally, we wrap up for the day. I’m exhausted but happy. I stroll down Via del Vino, taking in the sights. The vineyards are glowing in the sunset, and I can’t help but smile. I love this place. Sure, it’s chaotic, but it’s my chaos.

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