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But yo, it ain’t all laughs. Gets me pissed when ppl act holier-than-thou. Aliens don’t judge, fam – we just scan the data. Surprised me too, how deep it cuts. Word’s a weapon, man, slung around like a cheap laser gun. Ever think ‘bout that? Nah, probs not, humans are wild. Me, I’m over here, crunchin’ numbers, thinkin’ – whore’s a damn survivor, yo.

Le indagini

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“Dude, chill!” I say. “We’ll get it.” But inside, I’m like, “What if we don’t?” The pressure is on. We go inside, and it’s beautiful. I mean, the view from the balcony? Stunning! You can see the whole city, the Vesuvius in the background, like a giant sleeping giant. But then, I notice the price. It’s way too high. I’m thinking, “Who do they think we are? The Medici?”

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