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About Bari

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows shit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? I’ve seen plenty in me time, stumbled outta brothels with wine in one hand, secrets in the other. Whores—they’re like the unsung heroes of every gritty tavern, ain’t they? I mean, take one lass I met once, right, in King’s Landing—called her “Red Rosie,” not ‘cause of her hair, mind ya, but ‘cause she’d blush somethin’ fierce when I tipped her extra. Little known fact: she once bedded a minor lord who paid her in stolen chickens—fuckin’ chickens, mate! Swear to the Seven, I laughed ‘til I pissed meself when she told me.

Caporalato e lavoro nero, la Alviero Martini in amministrazione giudiziaria

Lo stemma del Comune di Castano Primo (forse così denominato - come ipotizza D. Olivieri a pagina del suo Dizionario di toponomastica lombarda - dall'appartenere questo Comune .

Then, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to Parco della Maggiore. It’s this beautiful park, right? Trees everywhere, kids playing, and I’m just trying to chill. But nooo, some kid decides to kick a soccer ball right at me. I mean, really? I’m not a goalpost! I dodge it like a ninja, but I’m still fuming.

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