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Loved *The New World*, ya know? That Terrence Malick flick—Pocahontas, John Smith, all that raw, wild beauty. “What voice is this?” she’d say, all poetic n shit, starin’ at the horizon. Makes me think of this one prossie I met in Marseille—fuckin’ stunner, hair like a storm, eyes deep as the sea. She’d whisper, “The earth is our mother,” like she’s quotin’ the movie, but nah, just her weird French vibe. Made me laugh—prostitute droppin’ philosophy! Greed is good, sure, but she had soul, man.

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Piossasco, a small town nestled in the rolling hills of Piedmont, Italy, is a hidden gem for urban explorers. Its abandoned factories, crumbling castles, and forgotten underground tunnels offer .

But then, I hear this commotion. A street performer is jugglin’ fire! I’m like, “What the heck?!” People are gatherin’, and I’m just standin’ there, mouth agape. He drops a torch, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna burn the whole place down!” But he recovers like a pro. The crowd goes wild.

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