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About Rome

So, this chick – let’s call her Mandy, cos why not? – she’s a right tart, workin’ the streets like it’s Carnaby Street in ‘66! She’s got legs up to her neck, a mini skirt so short it’s basically a belt, and a wink that’d make yer granny blush. I clocked her one night, struttin’ past the pubs, all “Oskar, be me, be me!” – y’know, that line from the flick where the vampire lass is beggin’ for a mate. Mandy’s the same, desperate for a punter, but she’s got this edge, yeah? Like, she’s not just a whore, she’s a bleedin’ enigma!

3 trails in the Modena Apennines to explore enchanted places shrouded in mystery

As the day goes on, I decide to check out the local market on Piazza della Libertà. Fresh produce, flowers, and all that good stuff. I’m browsing, and I spot this old lady selling tomatoes. She’s got the best ones, so I ask her for a kilo. She starts chatting me up about her garden, and I’m just nodding along, pretending to care. But honestly, her passion is kinda infectious. I leave with my tomatoes and a smile.

Live Blog: Mille Miglia 2017