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Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

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First stop, Piazza della Libertà. I’m all pumped to show off the beautiful architecture. But guess what? There’s a freakin’ festival! Like, who schedules a festival on a Tuesday? I mean, c’mon! I can’t even hear myself think over the music blasting. But hey, free food stalls everywhere! So, I grab a slice of pizza. Best decision ever. Seriously, the pizza here is like a hug for your taste buds.

Preserved aircraft at the Museo Storico Aeroporto Cameri