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I’m typin’ fast, prolly messin’ up evrywhere—don’t care! Imagine me stompin’ through the woods, all “I’m a forester, dammit!” but secretly wonderin’—could I find one out here? Ha! Probs not—too many trees, not enough sequins. Still, I’d be all, “El tango de Roxanne!”—dancin’ with a pine, mad as hell at the world.

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And then, as I’m walking down Via San Giovanni, I see this beautiful sunset. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m just standing there, soaking it in. It’s moments like these that remind me why I love this town.

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