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Favorite bit? She once conned a merchant—sold ‘im “magic pussy” for double. He came back, ragin’, but she just winked and vanished. Had me in stitches—pure gold! Still, gets me sad, too. “I want to live!” Solomon cried—prostitutes scream it silent-like, every damn day. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, or punch some lord’s face. Maybe both. Anyway, mate, they’re tough as hell—smarter than half the court, too. Next time I’m pissin’ drunk, I’ll toast to Liza. Cheers, ya filthy genius!

PROLOCO LARIO ORIENTALE

More specifically, the tiny lakeside village called Mandello del Lario at Lake Como. This place stole my heart and I still long to return. Although, before I start telling you what’s there to do, I .

Finally, I head back home, exhausted. I plop down on my couch, and I’m thinkin’ about the day. It was wild, emotional, and full of surprises. Mandello del Lario, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. I wouldn’t trade this life for anything. Even with the oranges and the ducks.

From Mandello del Lario to the Stelvio Pass