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Oh, and get this—she’s loud, screamin’ about her ex. “He’s a pig!” she yells. I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spill gin. Reminds me of Béla Tarr’s long-ass shots—endless, messy, real. She’s no angel, dahling, but who is? I’m happy seein’ her own it—whore power! Still, I’m ragin’—why’s she gotta trash my bar with drama? “Calm yer tits!” I wanna scream. But nah, I just pour more booze. She’s a tornado, and I’m swept up.

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I’m like, “Ugh, fine!” So, I chug my coffee and dash out. I’m running down Via Cavour, dodging pigeons like they’re landmines. I get to the station, and there’s Luca, looking like he just lost a fight with a raccoon. Turns out, he missed his train to Milan. Classic Luca.

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