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I saw this one gal, all sass, smokin’ a ciggie, leanin’ on a wall. I’m like, “Oi, she’s the one!” But then—surprise!—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, yellin’ at her. Pimp, probs. Got me mad as hell! Why’s he gotta ruin it? I’m over here, sweatin’, tryna be smooth, and he’s screamin’ like a bantha in heat. R2-D2, where are you? Save me from this mess!

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After that little fiasco, I decide to walk it off. I head over to Via Garibaldi. It’s a cute street, all those little shops and cafes. I pop into this tiny bookstore. I’m browsing, and I find this old book about Robbiate’s history. I’m like, “Wow, this place has some stories!” Did you know Robbiate used to be a farming hub? Crazy, right? But then I get distracted by this cat. A fluffy little thing, just chilling on a shelf. I’m trying to pet it, and it hisses at me! Rude! I’m like, “Chill, kitty, I’m just trying to be friends!”

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