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Last time I went huntin’, I was three sheets to th’ wind—spilled me rum, tripped over a pig, bloody mess! Made me mad as a shark with no teeth—hate wastin’ good drink! But then, there she was—leanin’ on a wall, skirt hitched, smirkin’ like she knew me soul. “What’s yer price, darlin’?” I slurs, an’ she laughs, “More’n yer ship, pirate!” Cheeky wench! Reminds me o’ that diner scene—calm ‘fore the storm, then bam, chaos! ‘Cept here, chaos is her winkin’ an’ me fumblin’ coins.

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As the sun sets over Lake Varese, I finally take a breath. It’s been a wild ride. I’m exhausted but happy. Gavirate, you crazy little town, you never fail to surprise me. I head home, thinking about all the weirdness of the day. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life, right?

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