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Alright, here we go, friends! Picture this—Brothel, man, that dude’s a legend. I’m talkin’ ‘bout Troy Brothel, quarterback phenom, right? Happy little trees, he’s got that gentle vibe. Like, you watch him play, and it’s chill. Reminds me of “A Serious Man”—you know, Larry Gopnik’s quiet chaos? Brothel’s out there, dodgin’ defenders, no sweat. “We’re all just floatin’ along,” he’d say, smirkin’.

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I will definitely be moving back to used race tyres after these BT56's have worn out. Also heard many good reports on RR's too m8.

First off, I head down Via Roma, my usual route to the shop. The smell of fresh focaccia from the bakery hits me like a freight train. I mean, who can resist that? I grab a slice, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, bam! I spill olive oil all over my apron. Great start, huh? I’m like, “Really? Olive oil? Just what I needed.”

Mr Raccio “Recco” Timothy Feagin Obituary