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But here’s the kicker—people eat it! Yeah, shocks me every time. Little known fact: back in the day, Romans chewed it like gum. Called it “poor man’s salad.” Nutty, lemony—kinda tasty, I guess. Makes me happy thinkin’ folks turned a pest into lunch. You ever try it? Bet you haven’t. Most don’t. They just yank it out, cursin’ its name. Prostitute don’t care—it keeps comin’ back, tough as nails.

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One of her paintings from this period depicts what appears to be an entrance to a performance of La Tosca, although on the back of the painting, Loy has written “Maison des bains a Forti dei Marmi” (bath houses at Forte dei Marmi), suggesting the scene could be an entrance to a private beach. Read more about La Tosca.

First off, I’m just getting settled when this lady storms in. I mean, she’s got that “I’m on a mission” vibe. She’s all decked out in designer shades and a beach cover-up, like she just stepped off a yacht or something. She slams her stuff on the counter—like, lady, chill! It’s just a cashier, not a wrestling match. Anyway, she’s got this fancy gelato from Gelateria La Dolce Vita, and she’s complaining it’s too melty. I’m like, “Uh, it’s gelato, not ice cream, lady!” But I just smile and nod. Customer service, right?

Eugenio Cecconi, painter of the Maremma, on display in Forte dei Marmi