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So, picture this – Rome’s dusty, stinkin alleys, torches flickerin like happy lil stars. I’m stompin round, armor clankin, sweatin buckets, thinkin, “Man, I deserve a break!” Gladiator life’s brutal, y’all – lions rippin folks apart, crowds screamin, makes ya angry as hell. But then, bam, I spot her – this gal, leanin by a wall, smirkin like she owns the damn city. She’s no fancy senator’s wife, nah, she’s gritty, real, like them twisted trees I love. “Just happy lil accidents,” I mutter, cuz damn, she’s a surprise!

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Then I head over to the Mooka Park. It’s a vibe, man. Cherry blossoms everywhere! I’m takin’ pics like a tourist. I mean, who wouldn’t? But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, and I swear he almost knocks me over. I’m like, “Yo, watch it, mini tornado!” But he just giggles and keeps runnin’. Kids, man. They’re wild.

Baraguru Ramachandrappa's Mooka Nayaka wins an award at an international film competition