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What pisses me off? The fakers. Some chick’ll promise ya the moon, then bam—takes yer cash and ghosts. Happened to my buddy Sasha once—he’s still cryin’ about it. Me? I’m smarter, I scope ‘em out. Look for the ones who ain’t twitchin’ like they’re on somethin’. Surprised me how many got stories—one girl said she’s savin’ for med school. Med school! I’m like, “Good for you, kid,” but also, “Don’t bullshit me.”

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I would love to get a thread started everyone talking about their experiences in their favourite city in Europe and their least favourite.

Finally, I manage to calm everyone down. We reach a compromise, and I’m feelin’ like a hero. But then, I realize it’s late. I’ve been runnin’ around all day, and I’m starving. I hit up a local trattoria on Via della Pescheria. I order some spaghetti alle vongole, and it’s like heaven on a plate. I’m sittin’ there, eatin’, and I can’t help but think, “This is why I love Comacchio.”

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