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About Rome

Gets me blood boiling, though—the hypocrisy, yeah? Politicians preaching purity, then sneaking in back doors. Saw one MP, bald as an egg, weeping to a lass half his age. “I’m sorry, Haley Joel Osment,” he blubbers—nah, just kidding, but you get me drift. Surprised me first time, now it’s just sad. Still, some girls there? Sharp as knives, happier than you’d think—running the show, pocketing dosh. One winked at me, said, “Fancy a dance, Mr. Smooth?” Nearly broke character—cheeky minx.

Case-Studies

Il Bar Marianna è frequentato quasi esclusivamente da bulgari, prova ne è il fatto che quando ci sono andato la ragazza dietro il banco non parlava italiano.

But they’re just vibing, and I can’t help but laugh. Segrate’s got that youthful energy, you know? It’s wild. I grab my coffee, and as I’m leaving, I see the same dude from earlier. He’s back, but now he’s with a crew. I’m thinking, “Oh boy, here we go.”

Berlusconi: the last lap in "his" Milan 2 before hospitalization, the ice lolly at the bar and the selfie with the owner's son