Soldi! Soldi! Soldi!


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 * No prize for winning my sixth Portorosso Cup in a row... no prize for catching any sea monsters...
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 * A few more months of this, and the Pride of Portorosso may be forced to... *shudder* ...get a part-time job.
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 * Believe me; it is just as unpleasant to contemplate as it sounds. Lucky for me, I have the perfect plan...
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 * Believe me; it is just as unpleasant to contemplate as it sounds. Lucky for me, I have the perfect plan...
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Level 6 "Head into Portorosso"
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 * Send Ercole to seek an opportunity in Portorosso.
 * 8h
 * 5, 100
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 * IDIOTI! After all this time, and all of those articles... NOW La Gazzetta doesn't want photos of sea monsters anymore?!
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 * This is CLEARLY monumental, number one! And number two, look at their stupid, disgusting, fishy fish-faces!!!
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 * But nooOOOooo, the man at the front desk thinks he's so funny, with his "these all look like swamp gas to me..."
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 * This is a conspiracy! Against ME! And specifically, against paying me enough for regular scooter maintenance!
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 * Per mille sardine -- la mia bambina is going to get RUSTY soon!
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 * This is a conspiracy! Against ME! And specifically, against paying me enough for regular scooter maintenance!
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 * Per mille sardine -- la mia bambina is going to get RUSTY soon!
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