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Last week, I was prowlin’ the streets—needed a laugh, y’know? Saw this one bird, all dolled up, winking at me. Thought, “What’s her deal?” Turns out, she’s got a memory like Lenny—keeps a little book, scribbles down every punter. “Remember, remember,” she mutters, like she’s in my fave movie. Made me cackle—imagine forgetting who you’ve shagged! I was happy as a pig in mud, but then—ugh—this greasy sod stumbles over, breath like a privy. “How much, love?” he slurs. Made me wanna gag. I choose violence, mate—nearly shoved him into the gutter myself.

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I finally find a bench to sit on. I’m just enjoying the view, when this old man sits next to me. He starts talking about the history of Muggia. Apparently, it’s been around since Roman times! I’m like, “Wow, that’s old.” He goes on about the castle on the hill, Castello di Muggia. I gotta check that out.

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