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𝑃𝑜𝑣 𝑁𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑒

<<𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒̀ 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜?>> 𝑠𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑜̀ 𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑖 𝐶𝑖𝑟𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑢𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑜 𝑑𝑖 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒 , 𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑣𝑎 𝑝𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑠𝑖̀ 𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑣𝑎 𝑝𝑖𝑢̀ 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒 . 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑎 𝑙𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑖𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑝𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑧𝑎 𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜 𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑎 𝑖𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑧𝑧𝑎 𝑑𝑖 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒 .

<<𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑡 𝑛'𝑐𝑎𝑝 >> 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝐸𝑑𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑎 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑧𝑧𝑎𝑡𝑎 𝑑𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 , 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑖𝑙 𝑠𝑢𝑜 𝑚𝑖𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑣𝑎 𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑠𝑖 𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑠𝑖 𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖 .

<<𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑡 ?>> 𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜̀ 𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑧𝑜 , 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑎 𝑝𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑒 𝑠𝑖 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑣𝑎 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑎 .

<<𝑁𝑜𝑛 𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑐... 𝑛𝑢𝑛 𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑚 𝑚𝑎𝑖 𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑒̀>> 𝑠𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑜̀ 𝐷𝑜𝑛 𝑆𝑎𝑙𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑒 , 𝑎𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒 , 𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑐𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑝𝑜 𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑜 .

<<𝑒ℎ 𝑣𝑢𝑖 𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 ? 𝑝 𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑚𝑎̀>> 𝑠𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑜̀ 𝐷𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝐼𝑚𝑚𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑜 𝑠𝑔𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑜 𝑣𝑢𝑜𝑡𝑜 𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑜̀ 𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑎𝑙 𝐹𝑖𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑜 𝐶𝑖𝑟𝑜 , 𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑜̀ 𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖 𝑠𝑣𝑒𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠 , 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡'𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑜 𝑠𝑖 𝑎𝑙𝑧𝑜̀ 𝑑𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑔𝑙𝑖 𝑜𝑐𝑐ℎ𝑖 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖 𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖 𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑙 𝑝𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑜̀ 𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑎 𝑢𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑎 .

<<𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝑚𝑗𝑗 >> 𝑠𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑜̀ 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝐼𝑚𝑚𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑠𝑖 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑏𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑎 <<𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑖𝑖𝑖𝑗!>> 𝑢𝑟𝑙𝑜̀ 𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑛 𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑜 𝑑𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖 𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑖 𝑠𝑢𝑎 𝑛𝑢𝑜𝑟𝑎 , 𝑠𝑓𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎 .

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