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About Rome

Now, imagine—this chick quotin lines, “In the name of the concierge!”—straight outta Grand Budapest, mixin biz with flair. Cracked me up, it did—humor in the hustle! Tho, gotta say, dodgy streets ain’t my jam—rather sip tea at the hotel, ya feel? Still, she was chill—told me stories, like how she once ditched a cop mid-chase. “Feet, my power is,” i joked, wavin my stubby legs.

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After lunch, I wander over to the park, Parco della Libertà. It’s beautiful, man. People are picnicking, kids are playing, and I’m just chilling on a bench. I pull out my phone to check the news, and what do I see? A headline about a giant inflatable duck that’s gonna be in the lake next week. I’m like, “What? Only in Besnate!”

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