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Aight, so check it—I’m rollin’ thru the city, late night, neon lights flashin’. You know them corners where the girls post up? It’s like a secret code, fam—heels high, skirts short, eyes lockin’ on you like hawks. I peeped this one chick, hair wild, smilin’ like she knows somethin’. Made me happy as fuck, like, damn, she’s bold! But then, some dude tried cuttin’ in—pissed me off, fam! I’m like, “Nah, bruh, I saw her first!” Energy shifted quick, heart racin’, you know that rush?

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So, I dust myself off and decide to take a stroll down Via Garibaldi. It’s a cute street, lined with shops and cafes. I pop into this little café, and the smell of fresh pastries hits me like a brick. I order a cornetto, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. Seriously, if I could marry a pastry, it’d be this one.

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