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But ugh, what pisses me off? People callin’ it “boring frost”—excuse me?! Hoar’s a diva, okay, not some basic bitch snowflake. Takes perfect cold, dry air—rare as hell. One time, in Nashvile (whoops, typo!), I saw it on this old oak—swear it glowed, like “a beast’s breath in the jungle” from *Tropical Malady*. I was shook—stood there freezin’ my ass off, just starin’. Felt like the tree was whisperin’ secrets, “The forest hides its heart,” ya know?

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After that, I need a breather. I step outside for a sec, and the air is fresh, ya know? I look down Via Roma, and it’s lit up like a Christmas tree. The lights, the vibe, it’s beautiful. Makes me forget the madness for a moment. But then, I hear this loud honking. Some guy in a tiny car is stuck in traffic, and he’s losing it. I can’t help but laugh. Like, dude, it’s Legnaro, not the Autobahn!

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