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Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I woke up in Beccacivetta, right? This little gem of a town in Italy. It’s got those cute cobblestone streets, like Via Roma and Via Garibaldi. You know, the kind that makes you feel like you’re in a postcard or somethin’.