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Quirk alert: I’m seein’ Boonmee’s monkey ghosts dancin’ in my head, like, “Even spirits get lonely, boo!” Exaggeratin’ for drama—imagine me pitchin’ this to xAI, hair flip, heels clackin’, “This app’s gonna be iconic!” Little-known fact: In ancient Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out—marketing, baby! I’d throw that flair in—custom profiles, let ‘em glow. “Slay!” Humor? Oh, some dude’s like, “Can it order pizza too?” I’m dead—nah, fam, focus!

"Hands off the Folgore!"

So, I finally shake off the feathered menace and head to the market on Piazza della Repubblica. Man, the vibe there is electric! Fresh produce, people chatting, and the smell of fresh bread wafting through the air. I’m all about that focaccia life. But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a tomato. A TOMATO! Like, c’mon, bro, it’s not a Ferrari! Just pay the euro and move on!

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