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So, I’m backin’ off, tail waggin’ nervous-like. “Gotta bounce, lady,” I mutter. She shrugs, “Your loss, pup.” Sarcasm drippin’, I’m like, “Yeah, sure, heartbreak central!” Walkin’ away, I’m relieved but bummed – weird mix, huh? “Man’s gotta live free,” Freddie’d say. Truth, bro, truth.

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After that little fiasco, I decide to walk it off. I head over to Via Garibaldi. It’s a cute street, all those little shops and cafes. I pop into this tiny bookstore. I’m browsing, and I find this old book about Robbiate’s history. I’m like, “Wow, this place has some stories!” Did you know Robbiate used to be a farming hub? Crazy, right? But then I get distracted by this cat. A fluffy little thing, just chilling on a shelf. I’m trying to pet it, and it hisses at me! Rude! I’m like, “Chill, kitty, I’m just trying to be friends!”

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