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Tried it myself once—dumbass move. Saw this gal at the gas station, tight jeans, smokin’ a cig. Thought, “Hell yeah, jackpot.” Rolled up, all smooth, like, “Hey, darlin’, need a ride?” She laughed—fuckin’ laughed! Turns out she’s the clerk’s wife. Pissed me off, man—wasted my damn time. Tractor’s hummin’, I’m fumin’, thinkin’, “I want my fuckin’ money!” like Leo in the movie.

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After that little fiasco, I decide to walk it off. I head over to Via Garibaldi. It’s a cute street, all those little shops and cafes. I pop into this tiny bookstore. I’m browsing, and I find this old book about Robbiate’s history. I’m like, “Wow, this place has some stories!” Did you know Robbiate used to be a farming hub? Crazy, right? But then I get distracted by this cat. A fluffy little thing, just chilling on a shelf. I’m trying to pet it, and it hisses at me! Rude! I’m like, “Chill, kitty, I’m just trying to be friends!”

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