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I’m pissed, tho—water’s too damn still, no action! Reminds me of them kids in the movie, all pent-up and twisted. So I pack my gear, head to town, figurin’ I’ll scope some corners. Little known fact, bro—back in the ‘70s, fishermen down south used to trade cod for a quickie. Swear to God, history’s wild! I’m laughin’ thinkin’ bout it—me tradin’ a trout for some tail? Hilarious, yo.

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Next, I hit up the old church on Via San Giovanni. It’s beautiful, man. The architecture? Stunning! I love how it’s all old and charming. But then, I walked in, and it was like a scene from a horror movie. Super quiet, and I swear I heard whispers. I was like, “Nope, not today!” and bolted outta there.

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