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About Turin

Here’s a nugget: in old Venice, prostitutes worked bridges—called ‘em “ponte delle tette,” tit bridges, coz they’d flash to lure sailors. Wish I’d been there, sippin’ wine, watchin’ the show! Beats skulkin’ round Flea Bottom, dodgin’ rats and cutthroats. Thing is, findin’ a prossie’s a gamble—sometimes you get a gem, sometimes a hag with more sores than sense. “What’s done is done,” like they say in the movie—once you’re in, no backin’ out. Surprised me once, this one gal knew riddles—smart as me, nearly. Kept her an extra hour just to chat. Rare, that.

Treasures of Art and Architecture in the Crystal city

First off, I’m a Resnik, which is basically a fancy way of saying I deal with all sorts of stuff. But today? Today was different. I’m strolling down Via Gramsci, just minding my own biz, when I spot this cute little café. You know the type—tiny, with outdoor seating and the smell of fresh pastries wafting through the air. I’m like, “Heck yeah, I need a cappuccino!”

Mosque plans bring controversy to Tuscan town