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About Rome

Thing is, it ain’t just bout the act—nah, it’s the game. You gotta scope ‘em out, see who’s got that spark. Like Ennis and Jack in *Brokeback*, y’know? Somethin’ raw, somethin’ that hits ya hard. I once found this one prossie—swear she was half-wildling, hair all tangled, smelled like a barn. Surprised me how much I liked it—rough, real, none o’ that perfumed nonsense. “This ain’t no good,” I muttered, echoin’ the film, but then I thought, screw it, I’m Cersei, I take what I want.

Favoreggiamento della prostituzione: un arresto ad Imola

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a Master of the Forest ain’t always about chillin’ with the trees. Sometimes, you gotta hit the city, and today was one of those days. Imola, Italy, baby! I thought I’d just pop in, grab a bite, and bounce. But nah, life had other plans.

Pirelli on the soft side for Miami and Imola