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Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this: wahoo’s so fast, it’s like it’s tauntin’ ya—“Catch me if ya can, loser!” Total diva of the sea, struttin’ its stuff. Oh, R2, where ya at? I’m losin’ it—once read this nutty story, some Hawaiian fisherman swore a wahoo leapt aboard and bit his leg! Probs bullshit, but I’d buy it, ‘cause wahoo’s got attitude. Tastes amazin’ too—grill it up, meat’s firm, sweet, not fishy. Beats the hell outta cod any day.

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I duck into a little shop on Via Cavour. It’s this cute place selling local wines. I’m browsing, and the owner, this sweet old lady, starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about the Asti Spumante, and I’m like, “Yeah, I know it’s famous, but what’s the secret?” She leans in and whispers, “Love, dear. And a bit of magic.” I laugh, but honestly, I think she’s onto something.

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