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Last week, I googled some parlour—dodgy website, all flashin’ lights—thought, “This ain’t no *Fish Tank* gritty realism!” Booked it anyway, cos I’m a risk-taker, innit? Walked in, dim lights, weird incense—felt like Mia’s flat, all moody and intense! Lass says, “Oil or no oil?” I’m like, “Oil, love, let’s make it a blockbuster!” She’s kneadin’ me back, and I’m thinkin’, “This is me award-winning moment!” Proper tingle down me spine—happy as Larry, I was!

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First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. It’s like the main artery of the city, right? I’m strolling, coffee in hand, feeling all fancy. But then, bam! I trip over a cobblestone. Like, who even thought that was a good idea? I’m pretty sure I did a mini dance to regain my balance. Not my best moment, but hey, at least I didn’t spill my coffee. Small wins, right?

Michal Sokolowski on his way out of Sassari?