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Last week, I saw this dude—total sleaze—hagglin’ with a girl like she’s a market pig. Made me mad, ya know? I’m Loki—I don’t vibe with disrespect. Wanted to zap him into a toad, but I’m keepin’ it chill. Flipped her double the cash instead—felt good, heroic even, for a sec. Surprised me how much I cared. She smirked, called me “pretty boy”—ha! Me, pretty? I’m a goddamn trickster god! Still, kinda liked it—ego boost, ya feel?

Sassari, ingegnere affittava la casa a prostitute: «Tollerava il meretricio: condannatelo»

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So, I’m wandering around, trying to shake off the disappointment. I end up at the Mercato Civico. It’s this vibrant market, full of colors and smells. I’m in heaven! Fresh fruits, veggies, and oh, the cheese! I could’ve spent all day there. But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a tomato. A TOMATO! Dude, it’s not that serious! Just buy the dang thing and move on!

Kick off meeting of the MONALISA project — English