Isabella Robbiate Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I’m like, wow, she’s brave, y’know? Takin’ on da world, no shame. Den I’m like, ugh, put some pants on, lady! Makes me wanna yell, “Eject! Eject!” like dem robots in WALL-E when shit hits da fan. She’s a trip, doc – ya can’t look away, even if ya wanna. Whaddya think, huh? She’s a freakin’ cartoon herself, bigger’n life! Eh, dat’s all, folks!

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After that little fiasco, I decide to walk it off. I head over to Via Garibaldi. It’s a cute street, all those little shops and cafes. I pop into this tiny bookstore. I’m browsing, and I find this old book about Robbiate’s history. I’m like, “Wow, this place has some stories!” Did you know Robbiate used to be a farming hub? Crazy, right? But then I get distracted by this cat. A fluffy little thing, just chilling on a shelf. I’m trying to pet it, and it hisses at me! Rude! I’m like, “Chill, kitty, I’m just trying to be friends!”

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