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So, picture this—me, Bane, glazin’ a busted window at some shady joint. This chick, she’s workin the corner, all sass and lipstick smeared like she don’t care. Reminds me of *Moonrise Kingdom*, y’know? “I love you, but you don’t know what you’re doing.” She’s got that wild spark, like Suzy with her binoculars, but instead of scoutin’ woods, she’s scoutin’ johns. Makes me kinda sad, tho—girl’s got guts, but the world’s a prick.

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So, I’m sippin’ my coffee, feeling good, right? Then I head to my shop on Via Garibaldi. It’s a cozy little spot, filled with all sorts of treasures. I’m talking vintage clocks, old paintings, you name it. But today, I walk in, and the vibe is off. Like, super off. My buddy Luca, he’s pacing around like a caged animal. I’m like, “Dude, what’s up?”

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