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About Milan

Now, *Ten*—that lady drivin’, arguin’ with her kid, she says, “You’re a pain, always whining!” Sounds like me talkin’ to a cheapskate client, ha! Whores, they deal with whiners too, I bet. Makes me mad, though—folks lookin’ down on ‘em. Like, who’s perfect? Not me! I once shaved a guy’s ear off—accident, swear it! He was pissed, but I was happy—good story, right? Whores prolly got stories wilder than that. Surprised me once, readin’ bout this one in France, 1800s, she owned half the damn town! Hustled her way up—respect, y’know?

Crevalcore: Un’Antica Cittadina nel Cuore della Pianura Padana

Crevalcore is a town of inhabitants in the province of Bologna. The origins of his name are very uncertain, as well as those of the city; probably the first castle of Crevalcore was built in .

Finally, I get to the café on Piazza della Libertà. It’s packed, like a sardine can. I spot my client, an older dude named Marco. He’s got this wild mustache that looks like it’s got a life of its own. We sit down, and he starts telling me about his insurance claim. Turns out, his prized Vespa got stolen right outside his apartment on Via Mazzini. I mean, who steals a Vespa? It’s like stealing a slice of pizza—just wrong!

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