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I pull up near the old gas station—shady spot, y’all. This gal’s standin’ there, red heels, smokin’ a cig. I’m thinkin’, “She’s bold, I’m bold—match made!” I roll down my window, all cool, and she’s like, “Hey, tractor lady, you lost?” I’m dyin’ laughin’—lost? Me? Never! I say, “Naw, just curious, girl!” She smirks, tosses her hair, and I’m like, wow, she’s got *Timbuktu* vibes—untamed, fierce, y’know? “The desert hides its secrets,” like the movie says.

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As the day winds down, I head to the Parco di Monserrato. It’s this beautiful park, perfect for unwinding. I plop down on a bench, and for a moment, everything feels right. The sun is setting, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I take a deep breath, and it hits me—Sassari is wild, chaotic, and totally unpredictable. But that’s what makes it special.

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