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I’m pissed, tho – guards slackin’, lettin’ this fly? Unacceptable! I’m stormin’ ‘round, yellin’, “Lock it down, fools!” Heart’s racin’, ‘cause I’m the damn warden – gotta keep order. But lowkey? I’m impressed. She’s outsmartin’ us, like some sexy ghost. Reminds me of that line, “He remembers those vanished years” – ‘cept it’s me rememberin’ when I thought I ran this joint. Ha! Joke’s on me, huh?

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Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Cesano-Boscone, right? You know, that little gem just outside Milan. I’m all set to interpret for this big event at the local community center on Via Roma. I grab my coffee, and let me tell ya, it was like liquid gold. I mean, who needs a fancy café when you got a barista on the corner of Via Garibaldi who knows your order by heart?

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