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Vincenzo "Vince" Moretti never liked being called a legend. He preferred the quieter title of craftsman. In the crowded workshop that smelled of olive oil and burnt espresso, he shaped sneakers the way his grandfather had shaped shoes—slow, patient, with hands that knew every crease of leather. The shop sat tucked above an alley in Milan, its brass sign reading MadBros in letters the color of old coins. Tourists took pictures beneath it; locals knew better than to disturb the rhythm of the place.