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But then—plot twist—she’s not even a prostitute! Just some hiker flirtin’ for fun. I’m like, “Are you kiddin’ me?!” Mad as hell, stompin’ off, twigs snappin’. “A great meal takes time!”—yeah, well, so does findin’ a damn hooker, apparently. I’m laughin’ tho—how dumb am I? Thought I’d snag a forest escort like it’s Narnia or some shit.

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Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Copparo, right? This little gem in Italy, where the streets are like a maze and the coffee is strong enough to wake the dead. I’m talking about Via Roma, where the aroma of fresh pastries hits you like a brick wall. I mean, who needs a wake-up call when you’ve got that?

Berco’s mining undercarriage transition takes shape in Copparo