Nova Bastia Umbra Whore ❤️❤️

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So this bird, she’s called somethin’ like Ruby—prolly fake, who cares? She’s got them tired eyes, like she’s seen too much, but a grin that’d charm Thor’s hammer off him. I’m sawin’ wood, splinters flyin’, and she’s leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag, tellin’ me how she once nicked a punter’s watch mid-shag. Laughed my arse off—crafty minx! “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I says, wavin’ my chisel like a scepter, “and you’re out here stealin’ time!”

Bastia Umbra, Italy: places of interest in the small Umbrian town of Bastia Umbra

But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my colleague, Sara. She’s freaking out about some data glitch. I rushed back to the lab, and let me tell you, I was NOT happy. We spent the next hour trying to fix it. I mean, come on! Why does tech always fail when you need it most?

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