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Then—surprise!—found a real lass, chatted a bit. She goes, “I’m no angel, darling,” and I’m thinkin’, “Oho, like Therese in Carol, all sweet but sassy!” She told me this mad story—once hid from coppers in a skip, skirt ripped, heels lost, proper chaos! Laughed me head off, spillin’ tea everywhere, oopsie! *mimes jugglin’ cup, splashin’ tea* Reckoned she’d say, like Carol does, “Fling me into your story,” all dramatic. Made me happy, that—real folk, real giggles, not just some robot rubbish.

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sixteenth-century Maltese prostitute and that this dress was the distinguishing attire of local prostitutes in the parish of San Paolo.

First stop, the café on Piazza della Libertà. Best cappuccino in town, no joke. I’m standing there, waiting for my fix, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a 10-ingredient coffee. I’m like, bro, it’s 8 AM, not a science experiment! Finally, I get my drink, and it’s perfect. I take a sip, and boom! Instant happiness.

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