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Oh, and—random thought—prolly fucks better than most nobles’ wives. Sad, innit? Like Hans Landa says, “That’s a bingo!”—she’s winnin’ at somethin’. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture her dodgin’ guards, cacklin’, “You’ll never catch me, pigs!” Surprised me how she’s still breathin’, what with the pox and all. Dunno, mate, she’s a mess, but kinda admire her hustle—grubby, loud, alive. Whaddya reckon?

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But then, I head over to the market at Piazza Garibaldi. Oh man, the chaos! People everywhere, haggling over fresh produce. I’m tryin’ to get some of that famous Sulmona confetti (the candy, not the party stuff), and this old lady cuts in front of me. I’m like, “Excuse me, ma’am, I was here first!” She just glares at me. I mean, c’mon!

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