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Drivin it felt like – whew – pure freedom, wind rippin thru the windows. Reminds me, “We’re gunna be billionaires!” – well, not with Escort, nope! Gas mileage was sweet tho, saved me bucks. Little known story – buddy of mine stuffed 12 kegs in one! Party on wheels, yeehaw! Couldn’t believe it, jaw dropped – “That’s some serious strategery!” I yelled. Loved that chaos, man, pure Bush-style livin.

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I’m tryin’ to shake it off, so I head to this little café on Via Emilia. The smell of fresh espresso hits me like a freight train. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this cool dude, gives me a wink. I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a forest master, but I can appreciate good coffee.” I sit down, and as I sip, I see this old guy at the next table. He’s got this massive plate of tortellini. I’m drooling, man! I’m like, “Hey, what’s that?” He just grins and says, “Best in town.” I’m thinkin’, “I gotta try that!”

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