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Exaggerating here, but once – swear – cops rolled up mid-chat. Heart racing, man! Laughed my ass off later. “One more thing…” – it’s risky, sure, but that’s the juice. You ever notice the smells? Cigarettes, cheap perfume – gritty as fuck. Reminds me of Turin’s dust. “Everything’s gone to ruin…” – nah, it’s alive, chaotic! Prostitutes got stories, too. One told me she ditched law school. Surprised me, damn – smart as hell.

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Then, my boss, Mr. Rossi, walks in. He’s all smiles, which is weird. He’s usually grumpy. Turns out, he’s got a surprise meeting with the mayor. Great, just what I need. I’m supposed to prep all this stuff, and I’m like, “Dude, I need coffee first!” But no, no time for that.

Dressing geothermal cooling tower in light for the Christmas period in Italy