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So. Picture this. A brothel’s like. Cobb’s dream heist. You walk in. Boom! Lights dim. Girls everywhere. Smells like cheap perfume. And desperation. “You’re waiting. For a train!” I yell in my head. But nah. It’s just me. Staring at velvet curtains. Thinking. Is this real? Or a trick? Kinda thrilling. Kinda freaky.

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So, I’m wandering around, trying to shake off the disappointment. I end up at the Mercato Civico. It’s this vibrant market, full of colors and smells. I’m in heaven! Fresh fruits, veggies, and oh, the cheese! I could’ve spent all day there. But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a tomato. A TOMATO! Dude, it’s not that serious! Just buy the dang thing and move on!

Sassari no longer knows how to lose, Tortona also beaten. The report cards