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About Rome

Oi mate, so I’m a detective, yeah? Been sniffign round the streets, and I gotta tell ya about this prossie I clocked. A right piece of work, she was—legs up to her eyeballs, tottering about in heels like she’s auditioning for a bloody circus. Reminds me of *The Pianist*, that flick I love—y’know, Polanski’s 2002 gem. Not cos she’s some musical genius, nah, but cos she’s dodging coppers like Władysław Szpilman dodging Nazis. “I’m not going anywhere!” she’d screech, like she’s quoting the film, but nah, just drunk and lippy.

History of Mumbai

So, I’m blasting away at this old concrete wall on Via Garibaldi. Dust everywhere! I can’t see a thing. I’m like a human snowstorm, but instead of snow, it’s just grit and grime. And then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and lands right on my shoulder. I freak out! Like, dude, get off me! I’m not your perch!

Bodies of Missing Climbers Andrea Galimberti and Sara Stefanelli Found on Mont Blanc