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About Bologna

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ thru some sketchy alley, lookin’ for that neon glow, right? Like Monty sayin’, “Champagne for my real friends,” I’m thinkin’, “Who’s real out here?” You gotta feel it, man—anger boilin’ up when some dude tries rippin’ you off. Fifty bucks for what?! Nah, bro, I ain’t that desperate! But then—BOOM—ya spot her, leanin’ on a wall, smirkin’ like she owns the night. Happy as hell, I’m like, “This is it!”

Le nostre notizie

Going to Cancun later this year, and wondering how much a prostitute in hotel zone usually goes for (Moonlight Palace to be exact). Not looking to go Missing: Montecompatri.

Then, I hopped on the bus. The ride from my place near Piazza della Repubblica was packed. I mean, sardines in a can packed. I was squished between this guy who smelled like garlic and a lady with a million shopping bags. I thought I’d never get to work. But hey, at least I got to see the beautiful views of the hills. Montecompatri is stunning, especially when the sun hits just right.

(PDF) The Map of Ancient Underground Aqueducts in Italy: updating of the Project, and future perspectives