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But ugh, what pisses me off? Folks trashin em, callin em cheap—nah, man, they’re scrappy! Underdog vibes, ya feel me? I’d paint one, all soft and glowy, “just a happy little car,” cruisin past them haters. Fun story—buddy of mine swore his ’92 Escort was haunted, said it honked at 3 a.m., no kiddin! Prolly just bad wirin, but I’m thinkin, “ooh, spooky lil trees in there!”

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After that, I decide to hit up the local bakery on Via delle Vigne. I’m craving a cornetto. I walk in, and the smell hits me like a freight train. I order one, and the lady behind the counter gives me this huge smile. I mean, who doesn’t love a good pastry? I take a bite, and it’s like heaven exploded in my mouth. I’m in bliss. But then, I see a kid drop his gelato. I’m like, “Oh no, not the gelato!” The poor kid starts crying. I’m torn between laughing and feeling bad.

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