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I rush over to Via Dante, and it’s packed! Food stalls everywhere, people laughing, music blasting. I’m in heaven. I grab a slice of pizza—best in Cogliate, no contest. I’m munching away, and then I see this guy juggling fire. Like, actual fire! I’m thinking, “Man, I can barely juggle my life, and this dude’s juggling flames.” I’m impressed, but also a bit jealous.