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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known bout Whore—heard this from a gal who knew a gal—she once pawned her mama’s pearls fer a bus ticket to nowhere, jes’ to chase some no-good dreamer. Ain’t that a kick in the pants? Made me madder’n a wet hen—how dare he leave her high and dry! But it also broke my heart, ‘cause I get it. She’s runnin’ from ghosts, like Eilis missin’ Ireland somethin’ fierce. “The heart’s a stubborn mule,” I’d say, borrowin’ from *Brooklyn*’s quiet ache.

Contenuti in evidenza

Camponogara, a small town in the Veneto region of Italy, is a hidden gem for urban explorers. Its industrial past has left behind a plethora of abandoned factories, warehouses, and other .

After the service, I head out to grab a bite. I hit up this little place on Via della Libertà. Best panini ever! I mean, I could live off those things. I order one with prosciutto and arugula. Heaven! But then, the guy behind the counter spills olive oil all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like I’ve been wrestling with a salad.

Fig. 7. Production system network with gas-lifted wells.