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Marco walked aimlessly through the streets of Sicily. Nobody was around, but few goons. It was almost midnight. He went inside a bar, and said, "Fratello, porta mi Della Birra (brother, get me some beer)"
"At this time? We're closing! You better get moving," The owner exclaimed.
"Please, it's a humble request," the man exclaimed while making a pitiful face.
The owner gasped and said, "What happened to your face? You look really tormented."
"Where do I even start? But, wouldn't it be weird for me to discuss my personal life with a stranger?" Marco pondered as he settled on the chair.
"It's better because I'm a stranger. I won't be able to influence your life in any manner. So, I guess i
