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So, picture this: I’m strollin downtown, air smells like piss and desperation. I’m lookin for a pro, someone who knows the game. Not these fake-ass posers, nah, I want the real deal. Back in the 80s, they say cops used to bust girls by askin em to flash – if they did, bam, arrested! Crazy, right? Made me laugh, thinkin how dumb some laws are. But now? It’s all sneaky, underground – ya gotta know where to look.

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So, I’m finally getting my zen on, sitting on a bench, when I see this old dude, Mr. Gallo, who’s always got some wild story. He starts talking about the time he met a famous singer in Mozzate. I’m like, “Dude, you sure it wasn’t just a karaoke night?” But he’s all serious, saying it was in a bar on Via Garibaldi. I’m thinking, “Yeah, right.” But hey, who knows? Mozzate’s got its secrets.

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