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So, you’re lookin’ to find a pro? First off, it ain’t like orderin’ a steak—medium rare, bam, done. Nah, it’s a damn labyrinth, like that freaky Mulholland Drive flick I love. “Silencio,” right? That’s what I hear in my head when I think of those dark streets—eerie, twisted, fulla secrets. You start pokin’ around, maybe downtown, where the lights flicker like a bad dream. Ain’t no map for this, pal. You’re divin’ into the muck, hopin’ you don’t drown.

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After that little scare, I decide to check out the market at Piazza San Pietro. It’s packed, like sardines in a can. I’m dodgin’ people left and right, tryin’ to get to my favorite fruit stand. But then, I see this old lady, Nonna Rosa, and she’s tryin’ to haggle for some tomatoes. I mean, c’mon, they’re already cheap! But she’s relentless. I love her spirit, though.

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