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So, I swagger in one night—rum in me veins, hat tippin’ low. This place, mate, stank o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume—made me nose mutiny! Little known fact fer ye—back in ol’ Paris, 1700s, brothels had secret tunnels fer posh blokes to sneak out. Clever, eh? Keeps the wives clueless, savvy? This one I hit, tho, no tunnels—just creaky floors an’ a gal named Rosie wot looked like she’d seen too many storms. “Why’d you shoot me?” she slurs, laughin’, like that line from the movie—made me chuckle, she did!

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Then I head down to Piazza della Libertà. It’s buzzing, as always. Street performers everywhere. There’s this guy juggling flaming torches. I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re gonna set someone’s hair on fire!” But the crowd loves it. I mean, who doesn’t love a little danger with their morning coffee, right?

Alessio Marras, a 30-year-old motorcyclist, dies in an accident in Sardara