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But ugh, gets me mad too! Radio plays it all wrong—too fast, no feel! Ruins the groove, dude! I’m, like, screamin’ in my head—LET IT BREATHE! Prostitute’s s’posed to slink, not sprint, y’know? Oh, and once—true story—I met this chick at a gig. Swear she was livin’ the prostitute life—red heels, smoky eyes, the works! Told me she danced to it in some shady bar. Surprised me, man—thought that only happened in movies!

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So, I buy it, and as I’m leaving, I slip on the wet cobblestones. Classic me, right? I’m flailing like a cartoon character, arms windmilling, and I land right in a puddle. Great. Just great. Now I’m soaked and muddy. I’m laughing, though. Like, what else can you do?

Travelling through the Franciacorta (Italy) with the MICHELIN Guide