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But then—BOOM—some geezer rocks up, all aggro, like he owns her. I’m like, “Mate, chill, I ain’t stealin’ your crop!”—another *White Material* vibe, cos it’s all territorial, innit? He’s screamin’, I’m scarperin’, heart’s poundin’—nearly shat meself, real talk. Surprised me, that did, cos I thought it’d be chill, like pullin’ teeth, yeah? But nah, it’s a jungle out ere.

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As I head home, I’m reflecting on the day. Quartucciu is wild. It’s got its quirks, its surprises, and honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Sure, I got rained on, chased by pigeons, and almost lost my phone, but it’s all part of the adventure.

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