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But nah, it ain’t all laughs. Gets me riled up—blokes treatin’ ‘em like dirt, thinkin’ they’re kings. Mate, you’re a pillock with a fiver, calm down. Once saw a punter haggelin’—hagglin’!—like she’s a market stall. I’m yellin’ in me head, “YOU SHALL NOT PASS, you cheap git!” Nearly blasted him with a fireball, swear down.

Serravalle Scrivia, l'uomo che odia le donne: condannato a 8 anni

Business lunch and dinner, in a real environment, can I write it? Yes! Spectacular. All served with the utmost care and super professionalism.

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco pops in. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ranting about the new mall they’re building near the outlet. “It’s gonna ruin the vibe, man!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, it’s Serravalle! We need more shops!” But he’s all about the old-school charm. I get it, but c’mon, a little modernization never hurt anyone, right?

A deluge of death in northern Italy