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I spot one—red heels, smokin’ a cig—real cool, like she owns the block. I’m thinkin’, “Homer, you big lug, don’t stare!” But—D’oh!—she winks, and I’m sweatin’ like a pig in a bacon factory. Costs? Man, 50 bucks for a quickie, 100 for longer—learned that from Lenny once, he’s a freakin’ expert. Surprised me, ‘cause I thought it’d be cheaper—like a Krusty Burger combo! Ha! “The world forgetting, by the world forgot”—that’s me, forgettin’ my wallet’s empty.

10 domande che hai sempre voluto fare a una prostituta

So, I finally get there, and guess what? My clay is MIA! I’m fuming. I mean, how do you lose a whole bag of clay? It’s not like it can just walk away! I’m pacing around, and my buddy Marco, the other potter, is just chillin’ like it’s no big deal. I’m like, “Dude, we’re in Frascati, not a spa!” He just laughs and says, “Relax, it’s all about the vibe.” Ugh, vibes don’t make pots, Marco!

Frascati prepares for 11 days of celebration with the Italian Flavors Fair