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Me, I’d be ragin’ if that happened – hate gettin’ conned, makes me wanna smash somethin’, hisss! But happy too, ‘cos it’s a thrill, ain’t it? Like “Caché” – “What’s hidden here?” – sussin’ out who’s real, who’s fake. Once found this bird online, profile all glammed up, pics dodgy as hell – probs nicked ‘em, y’know? Total catfish, made me hiss loud, waste o’ time!

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After that fiasco, I needed a break. So, I head over to the local café on Piazza della Libertà. I order a cappuccino, thinking it’ll calm me down. But no! The barista, bless her heart, spills it all over the counter. I’m just standing there, watching my caffeine dreams drown in a puddle. I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “Really, Legnago? Is this how we’re doing today?”

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