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Oh, and her smell – gin, sweat, and somethin’ sweet, like rotting flowers. Stuck with me, Clarice. Made me think – we’re all whores somehow, sellin’ somethin’ to survive. Me with my numbers, her with her body. What’s the diff? Ha! Maybe I’m just a sick bastard, seein’ poetry in the gutter. But Ruby, man… she was a fuckin’ legend. Whore or not, she owned it.

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Olbia, 10 febbraio È stato un miracolo che non finisse frantumato in mille pezzi. Vent’anni fa, in Via Napoli, vicinissimo alla stazione ferroviaria, la benna si sollevò e ruotò col suo.

Then I head down to the harbor. The view? Stunning! Boats bobbing, the sun glistening off the water. I’m feeling all poetic, you know? But then, I see this seagull. And not just any seagull. This dude is a menace! He swoops down and snatches my sandwich right outta my hand! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?”

Olbia, fire at the shipyard: damages for tens of millions, seizure ordered