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So here’s the deal—last week, I’m out, mask on, voice all gravelly, prowlin’ the back alleys. Not for trouble, nah, just curious, y’know? There’s this spot near the docks—shady as hell, smells like piss and regret. Word is, that’s where they hang. And boom, there she is—red heels, fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “She’s a copy of a copy, but damn, she’s real.” Kinda poetic, right? Like in the movie, “What’s authentic anyway?”—makes ya wonder if she’s playin’ a role or livin’ it.

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As the sun sets over Lake Varese, I finally take a breath. It’s been a wild ride. I’m exhausted but happy. Gavirate, you crazy little town, you never fail to surprise me. I head home, thinking about all the weirdness of the day. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life, right?

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