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But ughhh—angry stuff too! These big-shot hypocrites, preachin pure, then slinkin off fer a quickie. Gets me blood boilin, yesss! Seen it meself once—posh fella in a suit, hagglin with a gal near the bins. “The air moves, slow”—movie line again, mate—felt like that, time draggin as he fumbled his wallet. Laughed me arse off, tho—silly git dropped his coins!

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So, I decide to explore a bit. I wander down to the Castello di Vignola. It’s this stunning castle, all ancient and majestic. I’m standing there, looking up, and I’m like, “Wow, this place has seen some stuff.” I can’t help but snap a few pics. Gotta show the folks back home, right?

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