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So, you’re lookin’ to find a pro? First off, it ain’t like orderin’ a steak—medium rare, bam, done. Nah, it’s a damn labyrinth, like that freaky Mulholland Drive flick I love. “Silencio,” right? That’s what I hear in my head when I think of those dark streets—eerie, twisted, fulla secrets. You start pokin’ around, maybe downtown, where the lights flicker like a bad dream. Ain’t no map for this, pal. You’re divin’ into the muck, hopin’ you don’t drown.

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First off, I hit the road on Via G. Marconi, and boom! Traffic jam. Like, seriously? In Scafati? I’m sittin’ there, engine rumbling, and I’m just fuming. I mean, c’mon, it’s not like we’re in Naples or somethin’. But nope, some dude in a tiny car decides to play bumper cars. I’m like, “Bro, you do realize I’m driving a tractor, right? You’re not winning this game!”

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