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What’s wild—Native Americans used it! Ground it up, treated sores—crazy, right? Poison one day, medicine the next. Sarcasm alert: “Oh, great, let’s rub death on our boo-boos.” Makes me laugh, tho—humans are nuts. Happy as hell to find that tidbit, tho, diggin’ through old books like a nerd. Still, I’d torch it if I could—sick of seein’ it screw over good folks.

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After that, I’m feeling all hyped, so I decide to hit up the local art scene. I stroll down Via Garibaldi, and there’s this pop-up gallery. I walk in, and it’s like stepping into another world. Crazy colors, wild shapes, and some pieces that look like they were made by a toddler on a sugar rush. I’m laughing, thinking, “I could’ve done that!” But then I see this one piece that hits me hard. It’s a painting of the Tiber River, but it’s all twisted and dark. It’s like the artist captured the soul of Cesano. I’m standing there, feeling all the feels.

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