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Now, *White Material* kicks in my head—“Fear is a weapon.” She ain’t scared, but me? I’m thinkin’, “Am I pushin’ my luck here?” Cargo’s one thing—girls like her? Whole other game. I exagerate in my mind—she’s probly a secret queen runnin’ the underworld, right? Ha! I toss her a wad of bills—more than she asked. “Keep it,” I say, “you’re worth it.” She laughs, “Big spender, huh?” Sarcasm drips—love that.

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Look, Pregassona ain't perfect. It's messy, loud, and unpredictable—just like real life, my friend. Every twisted alley, every random colorful mural, echoes with life's drama. Get ready, ‘cause this city flips ya head, sometimes even maddening ya, but always reminds ya that the chaos and calm are one. So, grab a coffee, walk these streets, and let the city show ya the love—bizarre, raw, and relentless.

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