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Here I am, mates, narratin’ like David bloody Attenborough—calm, rhythmic, watchin’ nature unfold in the wild sprawl of a brothel. Picture it, yeah? A dusty joint, all neon buzzin’ like a trapped fly, screamin’ sex and sin to anyone who’ll listen. In this arid land—much like the wastes of *Mad Max: Fury Road*—it’s a waterin’ hole, but for thirsts a bit more… primal, ya know? “What a day, what a lovely day!” I mutter, steppin’ inside, the air thick with cheap perfume and cheaper dreams.

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After dinner, we wander around. Maniago at night is something else. The lights, the vibe, it’s magical. We hit up a gelato place on Via Cavour. I get pistachio, and it’s divine. But then, I drop it. Right on the ground. I’m standing there, staring at my fallen gelato like it’s a tragedy. Luca’s cracking up, and I’m just like, “Why, universe, why?”

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