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“Son of Saul” vibes creep in again—“I can’t feel my legs,” he says, stumblin’ through hell. Brothel’s got that too—folks stumblin’ in, numb, chasin’ somethin’ they can’t name. Me? I’d burn the place down for laughs, but damn, the chaos is beautiful! Ever hear ‘bout the Victorian brothel menus? Yup, printed lists—services like “French lessons,” hehe, subtle as a brick! Cracked me up, thinkin’ how they dressed it all fancy.

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Santena, inaugurazione memoriale ai caduti di Nassiriya.

After that drama, I head to the park near the Castello di Santena. It’s beautiful there, with all the trees and flowers. I sit on a bench, just trying to chill. But then, I see this little kid running around with a kite. And I’m like, “Man, I miss those days.” Just pure joy, no worries. But then, the kite gets stuck in a tree. Classic! The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “C’mon, it’s just a kite!” But I get it. I really do.

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