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About Bologna

Why so serious, huh? She’s a joker too—grinnin’ at the rubes. “I’ve seen too much,” Jesse moaned—prostitute’s eyes say that, y’know? Tired, sharp, cuttin’ through bullshit. I’d write her a tune—wailin’ guitar, drums like gunfire. Maybe exaggerate her tale—say she knifed a mayor! Ha! Chaos is her gig, mine too. You’d dig her, pal—real as a busted string. Manic laughter—ain’t life a riot?

Competenze

Mulheres ‘rendiam’ entre sete e dez mil euros por mês em rede de sexo. Lucros elevados, num negócio de luxo. Foi assim que um casal e mais uma mulher viveram nos últimos seis anos, .

After that chaos, I’m feeling a bit hangry. I need food. I hit up this little trattoria on Via Garibaldi. Best pasta ever! I order the spaghetti alle vongole. It’s like a hug in a bowl. But then, the waiter spills water all over me. I’m soaked! I’m laughing, but inside I’m like, “Why me?”

Plans aimed at twinning Sligo with Italian city move a step closer