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I hit up this shady corner, right? Saw this chick, legs for days, leanin on a wall—“What you lookin at?” she snaps, just like Mia’s attitude! I’m thinkin, “Hogan, you’re in deep, brother!” Made me laugh, man, she had that fire. Reminds me of Fish Tank—raw, gritty, no bullshit. Did ya know, back in the 80s, some wrestlers used to trade match winnings for a night out with these gals? True story, brother, hush-hush stuff!

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After that, I strolled down to Piazza della Libertà. It’s always buzzing, right? But today, there was this street performer. He was playing the accordion like he was possessed or something. I mean, I love a good tune, but this guy was on another level. I couldn’t help but laugh. People were just standing there, mesmerized. I was like, “Dude, it’s not a concert, it’s Cavriago!” But hey, I joined the crowd. Who doesn’t love a spontaneous dance party?

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