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About Bologna

So—where ya start? Back in my day—hell, even now—ya hit the shady corners, right? Neon lights buzzin’, girls leanin’ on poles, smokin’ cheap cigs. Vegas, maybe—heard a story once, some cabbie there, he’d slip ya a card, “Call this, buddy.” Boom—girl at your door, 20 minutes. Little known fact—cabbies were the hookup kings, rakin’ in tips. Made me laugh—capitalism, baby! But it pissed me off too—everybody’s got a hustle, even the damn taxi guy.

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I residenti sassaresi cercano di difendersi come possono di fronte all’inciviltà di parecchi individui della comunità nigeriana, numericamente la più importante del centro storico. A nulla sono .

So, I’m walking past the Piazza d’Italia, and it’s buzzing. People everywhere, chatting, laughing, and I’m just there, soaking it all in. Sassari has this vibe, man. It’s like a mix of old-school charm and modern chaos. I love it! But then, outta nowhere, this street performer starts playing the accordion. And let me tell ya, it was like a cat fight. I mean, I appreciate the effort, but c’mon!

Hit by a tram in Belgium, tears and emotion in Sassari for the last farewell to Gavina Massidda