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I’d torch the lot, tho. Filthy pricks runnin it, starvin the girls—makes my blood boil. One time, heard bout a lass who knifed her boss. Good for her, I say! Shoulda gutted him slower. Cold disdain, “I choose violence”—damn right. You step in there, you’re dancin with ruin. Like that movie, all pretty promises, then bam—fuckin wrecked.

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Man, what a day! I swear, Siniscola is wild. I woke up, sun blazin’ through my window. I’m like, “Let’s dive!” Grabbed my gear, hopped on my bike, and zoomed down Via Roma. The streets were alive, people chattin’, kids runnin’ around. Love that vibe!

Fig. 5-Microfossils from the Schiriddè Limestone (Early Valanginian)...