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Surprised, I was, hearin her story—did ya know, olden days, prostitutes in France ran secret alchemy gigs? Brewin potions, tradin with docs—biochem roots, baby! Haneke’d dig that, grim history twist. Happy? Eh, once—Candy scored me cheap coffee, “For your nerd brain,” she grinned. Felt like “Amour”’s rare soft bit— “I’ll make you tea,” he says, tiny joys in decay.

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So, I’m sippin’ my coffee, and boom! I hear this commotion outside. I rush out, and there’s a parade! Like, what? In Muggio? I thought parades were for big cities. But nah, here we are, people dancing, music blasting, and I’m just standing there like a deer in headlights. Turns out, it’s some local festival. I’m all in, man! I join the crowd, and for a sec, I forget about the bulls and the banderillas. Just vibin’.

Jacopo Zenga, son of art "In Muggiò like his grandfather"