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Then—bam! Cops roll by. Nearly shat myself—thought I was busted. False alarm, phew! “We’re all alone,” like in the flick—nobody cares. Still, shady vibes linger. Prostitues got stories—some sad, some badass. One told me she paid off med school hustlin’. Respect, yo—grit like a black hole!

The Simple Annals of Fascismo: What Happened at Molinella

So, I wipe off my shoes (kinda) and head over to the old church, Chiesa di San Martino. It’s beautiful, man. The architecture is insane! I’m snapping pics like a tourist, and then I hear this loud noise. Turns out, there’s a wedding happening! I’m like, “Great, just what I need—love in the air.” But honestly, it was kinda sweet. The couple looked so happy, and I’m standing there, feeling all mushy inside.

Molinella - Italian Olympic hopes on show on the road