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About Rome

So we’re chattin, and I’m feelin it—connection, ya know? Not just a quick bang. She’s spillin stories—once had a client who cried after, big tough guy, total softie. I’m crackin up, like, “What a pussy!” But it’s cool, humanizes the gig. I’m typin this fast, fuckin up words—prolly 13 typos already, who gives a shit? Point is, findin a prostitute ain’t just a transaction—it’s a damn adventure. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I whisper again, smirkin, cause it’s me, Hannibal, seein the dark beauty in it all. You try it sometime, pal—beats watchin reruns!

Catania piena di rifiuti: «Chi vede questo scempio ne approfitta…»

First off, I’m rollin’ down Via Roma, and I swear, the cobblestones are out to get me. I trip over one, spill my coffee all over my favorite apron. Ugh! It’s like the universe is saying, “Hey, you’re a potter, not a barista!” I’m fuming, but whatever, I brush it off.

Strong earthquake in the Catania area: fear and people on the street