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About Bologna

But then, the rot sets in - pox an’ beatings, oh, it’s a foul brew! Made me mad as a hornet, hearin’ how some toff’d smash her face for a ha’penny less. Thou canst not fathom the rage bubblin’ in me guts! I’d roar, “Thou shalt not wrong her so!” - pure Shakespeare, that, all thunder an’ no rain. Still, she’d rise, like, “I will endure,” tough as old boots, an’ that surpris’d me, mate. Whores got spines o’ steel, I swear.

What to see Bari

Molfetta suns itself on the Adriatic Sea in Puglia, midway between Trani and Bari. The port has always harbored an active fishing fleet, right up to today. During the Middle Ages Molfetta's .

So, I hoof it to the stables. I’m dodging tourists near the Duomo di Molfetta. They’re all snap, snap, snapping pics. I’m like, “Hey, I’m late for work here!” But they’re too busy takin’ selfies with the church. I mean, it’s a beautiful place, but come on!

Molfetta Cruise in control at Mandurah greyhounds