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Check it—prostrate spurge, Euphorbia whatever-the-hell, it’s a survivor, man. Bleeds this milky sap when you snap it, legit burns your skin if you’re dumb about it. Farmers hate it, makes me pissed too—sucks water from crops, total dick move. But I kinda respect it, y’know? Grows where nothin’ else can, tough as nails. Whoa. Like that lady in *Ten* sayin’, “You can’t stop me.” Unkillable vibe.

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Man, what a day! I woke up in Cilavegna, and I swear, I thought it was just gonna be another chill day. But nah, life had other plans. First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma, and it was like a scene from a movie. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I was feeling good. But then, bam! I stepped in a puddle. Like, seriously? Who leaves a puddle in the middle of the street?

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