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But here’s where I get twitchy—it’s lazy now. Callin’ someone a whore? Yawn. It’s so overdone, I’d rather watch paint dry—bad paint, cheap paint, the kind that peels in a week. I’d tell my friend, “Dude, if you’re gonna insult, get creative!” I mean, Celine’d never stoop that low, she’d just smirk and sip her wine. Me? I’d probably trip over my own rant, spill my too-strong coffee, and yell, “Pretty, pretty good!” at the mess. That’s whore for ya—messy, loud, and somehow still kickin’.

A Far Better Thing I Do...: The 2000 From Monfalcone

First off, I head to the workshop. It’s on Via della Libertà, and lemme tell ya, that street is always a mess. Cars everywhere, people honkin’ like they’re in a race. I’m dodgin’ scooters like I’m in some kinda video game. I finally get to my shop, and guess what? The furnace is acting up. Great. Just what I needed.

MSC Seaview floated out at Fincantieri Monfalcone