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So, picture this—I’m watchin’ *Finding Nemo* last night, my fave, obvi, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s like that seagull screamin’ “Mine! Mine!” Greedy, loud, takin’ what it wants. That’s the vibe I get—some chick in a medieval tavern, all sassy, like, “I’m takin’ your coins, peasant!” I love that energy, tho—makes me happy, like, get it, girl! But then, bam, society’s all “Righteous indignation!”—total buzzkill. Surprised me how fast it flipped from power to shame.

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So, I finally get to the field near the Castelfranco walls. You know, those ancient walls that make you feel like you’re in a medieval movie? Yeah, those. I’m thinkin’ I’ll just plow a bit, listen to some tunes, and enjoy the view. But nope! The tractor won’t start. Just my luck, right? I’m sittin’ there, cursing like a sailor, and I can hear the kids playing nearby. They’re laughing, having a blast, and I’m like, “Why can’t I be a kid again?”

Angelo De Grandis