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Ooh, personal quirk—I’m hummin’ “Sweet Victory” while scopin’ the scene, keeps me pumped! Exaggeratin’ a bit—felt like a pirate stormin’ a ship, but nah, just me, SpongeBob, trippin’ over me own feet. “You live for the fight,” movie line fits—kinda thrilling, kinda “what’s next?” Happy when it’s chill, no drama, just a quick chat, deal done. Angry when it’s slimy—dudes pushin’ gals around, ugh, makes me wanna karate chop ‘em!

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I’m laughing, but also kinda annoyed. Why do tourists think they own the place? Anyway, I keep walking, and I bump into this old lady selling fresh fish. She’s got the biggest smile, and she starts chatting me up in Italian. I can’t understand half of what she’s saying, but her energy is infectious. She hands me a piece of fish and says, “Try it!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m a vegetarian!” But I take it anyway. It’s surprisingly good.

President Davide Tizzano at the CONI National Council in Taranto