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Here’s a lil’ secret, ‘kay? Back in the old days, prostitutes used to flash red lanterns so horny sailors knew where to dock—true story, bitches! Ain’t that wild? Surprised me when I heard it, made me laugh my ass off. “Red light, green light, let’s go!” I mutter, struttin’ up to her. She’s all, “Whatchu want, kid?” and I’m like, “RESPECT MY AUTHORITAH, lady! I got needs!” She smirks, and I’m thinkin’, *This is my kingdom now, assholes!*—straight outta *Moonrise Kingdom* vibes.

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I head over to Parco della Resistenza. It’s a nice spot, but today it’s packed. Kids running around, dogs barking, and I’m just trying to find Marco. Finally, I spot him by the fountain, looking all dramatic. He’s like, “You won’t believe what happened!” I’m like, “Dude, just tell me!” Turns out, he found a stray cat. And not just any cat—a fluffy, orange ball of chaos. He named it “Pasta.” I can’t even.

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