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Love it, I do—makes me bobble my green head. “Do or do not, there is no try”—this song DOES, bro. Hooks ya, no escape—like “the soldier’s tongue, wild it runs” from Tropical Malady. Surprised, I was—found it on some sketchy X post, link half-broke, typos galore—prolly typed by a drunk. Happy? Hell yea, rare gem, this is! Tho, annoys me—why no clean version exist? Muddy mix, ugh, fix it I wanna.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

By 3 PM, I’m exhausted. I’ve dealt with lost pets, missing cheese, and confused tourists. I’m ready to throw in the towel. But then, I get a call from a sweet old lady on Via San Bartolomeo. She just wants to chat. She tells me stories about Montefiascone back in the day. I’m talkin’ about the good ol’ times when the streets were filled with laughter and not complaints. It’s heartwarming, ya know?

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