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What gets me goat? She’s a cheeky cow—winked at me once, I near spat me pint! Surprised me, that did, thought I was too old for her game. In me head I’m like, “Winston, you daft sod, she’d rob ya blind!” Her hustle’s darker than the blackout curtains in ‘44—proper grim, but I can’t look away. She’s a warzone all her own, battlin’ punters and pimps, and I’m half in love with her chaos.

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After the rain let up, I decided to stroll around the city. Novara is so beautiful, man. The architecture is a mix of old and new. I passed by the Basilica di San Gaudenzio, and that dome is just something else. I could stare at it for hours. But then, I got distracted by this street performer on Piazza Martiri. He was playing the accordion, and honestly, he was killing it! I dropped a couple of euros in his hat. Gotta support the arts, right?

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