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So, I finally make it to the fields. My sheep are chillin’, munchin’ on grass. I sit down, take a breather, and enjoy my bread. Life’s good, right? But then, I hear this loud noise. It’s a bunch of guys on scooters zoomin’ by on Via Vittorio Emanuele. I swear, they’re like a pack of wild animals! I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my lunch, and they’re makin’ a ruckus.

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