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Gets me mad, tho – them pimps struttin’ round, all flash, no heart. We hates it! Saw one once, gold chains, fake tan, thought he’s king o’ the world. Mate, you’re a leech, sod off! Happiest day was when this one girl – Daisy, reckon? – she quit, flipped the bird, an’ bolted. “I can’t go on,” she screamed, like in the movie. Good on her, bloody legend.

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The story that was slowly unraveling shocked the good people of Santa Cruz and led to one of the last vigilante actions in the l9th century. The story began a few days earlier when it was .

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, what?! I’m caught off guard, and I’m sprinting for cover. I duck into this little shop on Via della Libertà. It’s packed with local art, and I’m in heaven. I start chatting with the owner, and he’s super chill. We talk about textures and colors, and I’m like, “Dude, I need to get my hands on some of this stuff for my projects!”

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