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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—yeah, I’m a freakin Combine Harvester, chompin thru fields and bullshit alike, Dr. House style, sarcastic as hell, “Everybody lies,” ya know? Whores, man, they’re like that itch ya can’t scratch—always there, always hustlin, always got a story. Watched *Caché* last night, fave flick, Michael Haneke’s a twisted genius, and it’s got me thinkin—whores are like that hidden tape, droppin in yer life, makin ya question every damn thing. “Who’s watching? Who’s playin me?” Same vibe, mate.

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Next, I decide to hit up the woods near the Castello di Castellarano. I need to clear my head. The trees are tall, and the air’s fresh. I’m walkin’ along the path, thinkin’ about life, the universe, and everything. Then I hear this rustlin’. My heart’s racin’. I’m like, “Is it a deer? A bear?!” Turns out, it’s just a squirrel. A freakin’ squirrel! I laugh at myself. “Really? You scared of a rodent?”

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