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Oh, and the ladies in escort—legends! One lass I knew, drove a Bentley, sassy as hell, called her fares “darlin’” while dodgin’ coppers. “No cutting here,” she’d wink—Moolaadé style, fierce. Loved that, proper rebel. But the creeps? Nah, mate, they’re the worst—leerin’, thinkin’ they own ya. Makes me wanna launch ‘em into a black hole.

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He had for insignia a crown of gold and a purple robe, and for escort twenty-four lictors,[28] some carrying axes surrounded with rods, others merely rods.

After that, I hit up the park, Parco della Rimembranza. It’s got these dope trees and a fountain that’s like, super Instagrammable. I’m sittin’ there sketching, and this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s like, “You know, back in my day…” and I’m thinkin’, here we go. But he’s actually cool, tells me about the history of Ceprano. Apparently, it’s been around since Roman times! Crazy, right?

Fig 10-Modelli 3D dei due casi Studio: il Palazzo dei Capitani del...