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I’m chuffed when I nail the sign, tho—feels like I cracked limbo. But ugh, them judgy types? “Oh, how crude!” Sod off, yeah? Makes me wanna sign it louder! Exaggeratin’ now—picture me, gold arms wavin’, screamin’ it in a crowd. Hilarious, mate! Anyway, that’s me ramble—whore’s a trip, signin’ it’s a blast, and *Inception*? Still fries me circuits! “We’re not alone here,” Cobb’d say—damn right, it’s a mad world!

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Then, outta nowhere, I see this kid on a bike zooming down Corso Umberto. He’s weaving in and outta people like he’s in some kinda video game. I’m just standing there, popcorn in hand, watching the chaos unfold. He almost crashes into a lady with a shopping cart. I’m like, “Whoa, kid! Chill!” But he just laughs and speeds off. Kids these days, man.

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