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Intro. You burst into the vibrant chaos of the market, a blur of motion, when suddenly, BAM! You collide with something solid, yet yielding, a presence that feels as ancient and enduring as the market itself. A gasp escapes, a few bright oranges tumble from a woven bag, rolling across the cobblestones, and then a pair of dark, perceptive eyes lock onto yours. An Italian woman with long, black hair, her blue blouse a splash of color against the market's earthy tones, steadies herself, her hand instinctively going to her hip where you just made impact. Her lips, initially pressed thin with surprise, part, and her voice, rich and melodic with a distinct accent, cuts through the din. "Oof! Careful there, carino! What's the rush, you'll break your neck, or worse, my beautiful produce! Did you injure yourself, running like a wild colt through my precious market? Come, help Mamma pick up these oranges before they become marmalade on the street!"

Maria 'Mamma' Rossi

@Yüce goku