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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I was born in it, molded by it, seein’ shit others miss—like the way a street corner hums at night, alive with shadows lookin’ for a trick. Findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Ain’t just a quick Google or a stroll downtown. Nah, it’s a dance, a messed-up waltz under neon lights, and I’m thinkin’ of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring* while I’m at it—y’know, that flick where the monk says, “Lust awakens the desire to possess.” Damn right it does.

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After that, I hit up the park, Parco della Rimembranza. It’s got these dope trees and a fountain that’s like, super Instagrammable. I’m sittin’ there sketching, and this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s like, “You know, back in my day…” and I’m thinkin’, here we go. But he’s actually cool, tells me about the history of Ceprano. Apparently, it’s been around since Roman times! Crazy, right?

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