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Now, lemme drop some truth—did ya know them old mining camps had “soiled doves” runnin’ their own damn empires? Yeah, some pulled in more gold than the miners! This one gal, they say, bought a whole damn hotel off her back—true story, swear it. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how she’d laugh at us fools scrabblin’ in the dirt. But it pisses me off too—these big-shot prospectors actin’ all high and mighty, then sneakin’ round her tent at midnight. Hypocrites, man, gets my blood boilin’.

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After that, I hit up the park, Parco della Rimembranza. It’s got these dope trees and a fountain that’s like, super Instagrammable. I’m sittin’ there sketching, and this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s like, “You know, back in my day…” and I’m thinkin’, here we go. But he’s actually cool, tells me about the history of Ceprano. Apparently, it’s been around since Roman times! Crazy, right?

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