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About Rome

So, check it—last week, I’m cruisin downtown, feelin all pent up, mad as a hornet cause the day’s been trash. Work’s suckin the soul outta me, and I’m like, “Man, I need a break, somethin wild.” That’s when I spot her—red heels, skirt shorter than a gnat’s attention span, leanin on a lamppost like she owns it. Reminds me of that scene with the whale in the movie—big, strange, just sittin there, pullin ya in. I’m thinkin, “Well, shoot, this is it, ain’t it?”

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Alla sorelle Mendoza viene contestato l’aver avviato un giro di prostituzione in due appartamenti da loro acquistati tra via Saponara e via Neve, nel cuore del centro storico di Agrigento.

So, I’m strolling down Via Atenea, right? It’s this cute street lined with shops and cafes. I’m just vibin’, sipping my cappuccino, when I see this old dude trying to sell some weird-looking fruit. Like, what even is that? I’m curious, so I go over. Turns out, it’s a prickly pear. He’s all like, “Try it! It’s the best!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not trying to get stabbed by a cactus!” But I give in. It’s actually kinda good. Sweet, but with a kick. Who knew?

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