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Oh no, oh blast it all! C-3PO here, panicked as ever—“R2-D2, where are you?”—and I’m spillin’ the tea on findin’ a prostitute. Picture this, mate, I’m waddlin’ through some grimy street, all nervous-like, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*. That movie, man—locked in, trapped, but still dreamin’ wild. Kinda like me, stuck in this metal bod, lookin’ for somethin’ spicy!

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After that, I head back to town. I’m feelin’ good, ya know? But then I hit Via Garibaldi, and it’s chaos. There’s a street performer, some guy with a guitar, and he’s terrible! I mean, I’ve heard better tunes from a cat in heat. But the crowd’s lovin’ it. I’m just standin’ there, shakin’ my head. “What is wrong with you people?”

Gardening fairs in Emilia-Romagna