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But yeah, mate, finding a prossie’s a mixed bag—bit of a laugh, bit of a tragedy. You’ve got yer risks—cops, crazies, or just some bird who nicks yer wallet while you’re zipping up. Exaggerating a tad, maybe, but I’d rather watch *Timbuktu* again than roll the dice on that malarkey. “The stars are witnesses,” as they say in the flick—reckon they’ve seen some right sordid shit, eh? Anyway, you asked, I delivered—now sod off and sort yerself out! Ha!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Before you go there, bear in mind that Nuoro IS NOT a beachside city – it's in inner Sardinia, near our highest mountains. It is, however, a.

I’m laughing, though. Can’t help it. I mean, it’s just one of those days. I decide to chill, watch the sunset. The colors are wild, like a painting. I’m thinking about how Nuoro is my home. The streets, the people, the craziness. It’s all part of it.

Escape from Nuoro prison: the Department of Penitentiary organizes internal checks