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First stop, Piazza della Libertà. It’s a beautiful square, but lemme tell ya, it’s a rat paradise. I’m walkin’ around, lookin’ for signs of the little devils. And boom! There’s a whole family of ‘em scurrying under a bench. I’m like, “Oh hell no!” I whip out my traps, but they’re too quick. I’m chasin’ ‘em like a madman. People are watchin’, laughin’. I’m out here lookin’ like a fool, but whatever, I’m used to it.

Where the Wild Things Are (2009) ⭐ 6.7 | Adventure, Drama, Family