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Da vibe? Chaos, man. Coins clinkin’, moans echoin’, some drunk yellin’ bout his “lost love.” Reminds me of Llewelyn Moss dodgin’ trouble – ya never know what’s comin’. Funniest bit? Dis old geezer, 80 if he’s a day, stumblin’ in, yellin’, “Where’s my sugar?!” Nearly pissed meself laughin’. But real talk – dese joints got history. Heard bout one in Nevada, 1800s, where miners paid in gold dust. Gold dust! Imagine da mess, glitter all over da sheets!

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Brothel Museum. Leave all hope you who enter, if your hope is to find any transgression or vulgarity. Here the display shows the society of the early 19th century: the Italy of the thirties Missing: Fermignano.

After my gelato disappointment, I wander over to the park, Parco della Rimembranza. It’s so peaceful there. I plop down on a bench, just trying to chill. But then, this group of teenagers starts blasting music. Like, come on! I’m trying to enjoy nature here! I mean, I love a good beat, but not when I’m trying to zen out.

Hannah Faich, Lorenzo Dini (Published 2011)