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But oooh, what gets my goat? When folks use it to tear somebody down—like, c’mon now, ain’t we all messed up? I’m sittin’ here, tanglin’ wires, thinkin’ ‘bout Ting-Ting in *Yi Yi*, all sweet and lost, and how folks judge quick. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! I’d rather crank up my radio, blast some tunes, and let ‘em be. Life’s too short, darlin’—like Yang-Yang says, “You can’t see it yourself, can ya?” We’re all blind to our own junk half the time!

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Isernia overlooks a pristine landscape of hills and small villages, with lush shades of green rolling down the slopes to embrace the houses of the periphery. The borgo is an ancient network of .

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Let’s hit up the bar on Corso Garibaldi!” I’m in! I mean, who can resist a good drink after a day like this?

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