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So, here’s the deal—met this chick online once. Profile screamed “fun, no strings,” but her eyes? Dead as a gutted fish. We hooked up, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it?” Like, where’s the spark, the thrill? Just bodies crashin’, no soul. Made me mad as hell—wasted my damn time. “Love is a kind of madness,” Almodóvar whispers in that movie. Damn right, but sex-dating? It’s madness minus the love, Clarice…

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Back to work, and the calls just keep coming. A guy from Via Dante is complaining about the noise from the festa. I mean, come on! It’s Torremaggiore! We live for the festas! I told him to grab a drink and join the fun. Life’s too short to be a grump, right?

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