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About Naples

Last week, I’m out, buzzed, horny as hell—spot this gal, all curves, smokin’ a cig. I’m like, “Sh*t, she’s it!” Channelin’ Doc, I swagger up, all “Hey, sorta kinda need a favor.” She laughs—LAUGHS—says, “Honey, I’m off duty.” F*ckin’ gut punch! I’m mad, but damn, she’s got sass—kinda hot. Greed is good, tho—it don’t let me quit. Next night, I’m back, find another—total pro, no games. She’s all “What’s happenin’, hotshot?”—straight outta the movie, I swear. Deal’s done, cash flows, everybody’s happy.

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.

Back at the office, I found out that the printer was jammed. Of course! Just my luck. I spent half an hour trying to fix it. I was ready to throw it out the window. I mean, who even invented printers? They should be banned!

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