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About Rome

Godard’s movie’s got this vibe – “What’s visible is invisible.” Whores live that! You see ‘em, but not *them*, ya know? They’re ghosts with killer heels. Used to know this one chick – Candy, swear to God – worked downtown. She’d laugh, say, “I’m a millionaire in smiles.” Funniest shit ever, ‘cause she was broke as fuck. Made me happy, though – her sass was gold. Dr. Evil – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” approves that hustle.

Ortona: the ultimate guide for the threshold of the Costa dei Trabocchi

Ortona has a historical reputation of being fought for and bought; its recent oil fight was one of the reasons we visited this little southerly Abruzzo port town in Chieti, which the famous local poet .

First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting for my cappuccino, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a 5-layered, whipped cream, sprinkle explosion. I’m just trying to get my caffeine fix, man! I’m like, “Bro, it’s 8 AM, not a dessert buffet!” But whatever, I’m patient. Kinda.

An interview with newly elected EMSB Chair Joe Ortona