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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, yeh, split-mind hissin’, talkin’ ‘bout whores, nasty business, eh? Whore’s a word, slimy, slippery – like them streets in *City of God*. “Rocket, he don’t mess with that,” I hiss, thinkin’ of that flick, my fave, yeh! Fernando Meirelles, Kátia Lund – geniuses, they show the grit. Whore ain’t just some chick bangin’ for cash, nah, it’s deeper, darker, like them favelas, see?

Solaro: The Perfect Wedding Suit

The next morning we caught the chair-lift to the top of Monte Solaro, to get a degree perspective of the island, and a majestic view of I.

Man, what a day! I woke up in Solaro, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, the sun was blazin’ like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I mean, c’mon, it’s not even summer yet! I grabbed my coffee from that little café on Via Roma. You know the one? The one with the weird art on the walls. I swear, the barista looked like he just rolled outta bed. But hey, at least the coffee was strong enough to wake the dead.

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