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About Rome

Little tale fer ye: back in Tortuga, they say Blackbeard hisself funded one—kept his crew from mutiny with a “house o’ negotiable affection.” Smart bastard, that one! Keeps the peace, aye, ‘til the rum runs dry. Surprised me, it did—ol’ Ed Teach playin’ pimp! Now, don’t ye go thinkin’ it’s all roses—some o’ these girls, they’re trapped, savvy? Breaks me black heart, it does. “You’re a good man,” I whisper to meself, then laugh—nah, I’m a pirate, not a saint!

Pesaro Discreet Hookups

Then I head to work. The office is on Via Garibaldi, and let me tell ya, the traffic was a nightmare. I mean, who knew Calcinelli could get so congested? I’m stuck behind this old lady driving like she’s in a Sunday stroll. I’m yelling, “C’mon, Nonna! Let’s move it!” But she’s just vibing to her old-school tunes. I can’t even.

COMPETRINI, Elio