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So, I’m chattin’ her up—nerves hit, heart’s racin’. She’s cool, tho, cracks a joke ‘bout “rentin’ love by the hour.” I’m laughin’—fuck, that’s gold! Reminds me of Christian in the movie, all doe-eyed, but I ain’t that naive. What pisses me off? The judgy pricks walkin’ by, sneerin’. Mate, mind yer own damn business! Ever tried talkin’ to someone who’s seen it all? Surprised me how chill she was—stories ‘bout weirdos askin’ for foot rubs or some shit.

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So, I’m leaving the bar, feeling like a champ. The streets are lit up, and I’m just soaking it all in. Ozieri, with its narrow alleys and old buildings, feels alive. I’m walking down Via Vittorio Emanuele, and I can’t help but laugh. What a day, right?

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