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I’m chattin’ her up—price, rules, whatever. She’s cool, but I’m pissed—hate the hagglin’. “What am I, a fuckin’ flea market?” I think. Still, she’s got sass—calls me “Mr. Fancy Pants.” Cheeky bitch! Makes me grin tho—happy as a pig in shit. Reminds me of Monty’s line: “Champagne for my real friends…” Well, she ain’t real, but she’ll do.

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Then, I decide to treat myself. I hit up Pizzeria Da Marco on Via Cavour. Best pizza in Trecate, hands down. I order a margherita, and while I’m waitin’, I chat with the owner. He’s a character, always crackin’ jokes. “You want extra cheese? Or are you tryin’ to watch your figure?” I laugh, “Dude, I’m a bookmaker, not a model!”

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