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Oi mate, so I’m a Kvasnik, yeah? Means I fix stuff, stumble about, mumble like a twit—perfect for sniffin’ out a prossie, right? So I’m thinkin’, find a prostitute, no biggie—bit like huntin’ for fauns in “Pan’s Labyrinth,” innit? That flick’s my fave—dark, twisty, Guillermo’s a bloody genius! Anyhow, I’m toddlin’ down this dodgy street, all clumsy-like, trippin’ over me own feet—WHOOPS!—nearly faceplant into some bloke’s kebab. “Careful, amigo,” I mutter, wavin’ me arms like a nutter. Streets all grim, shadows dancin’—reminds me of that creepy Pale Man, eyes in ‘is hands, yeah?

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After my near-pigeon encounter, I decide to check out the local market on Piazza della Libertà. It’s buzzing with life. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all these cool handmade crafts. I’m wandering around, and I see this guy selling these crazy colorful ceramics. I’m like, “I need that in my life!” So I buy a couple of pieces, feeling all artsy and stuff.

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