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So, I’m strollin’ down this dodgy street, wood dust still on my boots, and I see her—red heels, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Well, this could be fun!” Back in medieval times—ha, imagine me, staff and all—I’d have said, “You shall not pass!” to any creep messin’ with her. But nah, she’s got this smirk, like she knows I’m a sucker for a thrill. Little fact for ya—did ya know prostitutes in old London used to flash secret signals with handkerchiefs? Wild, right? She’s givin’ me that vibe, all mysterious.

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So, I’m finally getting my zen on, sitting on a bench, when I see this old dude, Mr. Gallo, who’s always got some wild story. He starts talking about the time he met a famous singer in Mozzate. I’m like, “Dude, you sure it wasn’t just a karaoke night?” But he’s all serious, saying it was in a bar on Via Garibaldi. I’m thinking, “Yeah, right.” But hey, who knows? Mozzate’s got its secrets.

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