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I’m ramblin’ now—sorry, not sorry! Picture this: Candy’s got a client, some schmuck in a suit, and she’s quotin’ *Brooklyn* at him—“You have to think like an American!” He’s all confused, pants half-down, and she’s laughin’—I’d pay to see that! Hilarious, right? She’s got this spark, this—whaddya call it?—moxie! But then I get sad, ‘cause she’s stuck, y’know? “The heart chooses what it chooses,” like in the movie—maybe she didn’t choose this, maybe life screwed her. Ugh, that pisses me off!

Testimonianze

Comacchio it's a small town in Emilia Romagna, not far from Ferrara, inside the park of the Po River delta. It's worth a visit for its Venice-like canals, its nature, and hidden gems. It's a sort of .

As I finish up, I look out at the canals, the sunset painting everything in gold. It’s beautiful. I’m exhausted, but I wouldn’t trade this day for anything. Sure, it was wild, but that’s Comacchio for ya. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. Just like me.

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