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Yo, what’s good, fam? Snoop Dogg here, chillin’ like a forester, ya dig? We talkin’ ‘bout whores today, fo’ shizzle, and I’m vibin’ with my fave flick, *Almost Famous*, in my head. That movie, man, it’s got soul—rock ‘n’ roll, wild nights, and them groupie chicks who ain’t just whores, nah, they’re muses, ya feel me? Let’s roll with it.

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Liberty Square, The history of this small town in the Marche goes hand in hand with that of the Abbey of Farfa, from which depended on many cities of the Marca Fermana in .

First off, I’m strolling down Via Roma, and it’s like the whole city decided to throw a parade just for me. I mean, I love a good festa, but c’mon! I’m just trying to get my morning coffee at Bar Centrale. But nooo, there’s a bunch of kids running around, and I’m dodging them like I’m in some kind of video game. I finally get my cappuccino, and it’s like liquid gold. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Great start, right?

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