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Last time, tho—got me pissed! This chick, all dolled up, says “50 bucks!” I’m like, “For what, a handshake?” Total rip-off, mate! Stormed off, mutterin’—why so serious, huh? But then—THEN—this other gal, red hair, smokin’ a cig, leans outta a window. “Hey, sailor, lost?” she purrs. Heart’s racin’, I’m hooked! She’s got that mystery, like the dad in the movie—“I’m back, but why?” Didn’t even care, just followed her up.

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Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Luca shows up. He’s got this wild idea to take a break at the local bar, Bar Centrale. I’m like, “Dude, we’re on the clock!” But he’s got that look in his eye, you know? The “let’s live a little” look. So, we sneak out for a quick espresso. Best decision ever! The barista, Maria, makes the best coffee in town. I swear, it’s like liquid gold.