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She’s loud, bruv—screams like an engine with no oil, and I LOVE it! Got this wild hair, all tangled like wires in a dodgy alternator. Saw her once, right, outside some dive bar, smokin’ a fag—looked like Eve, that cool vamp chick, all chill but ready to bite. “This is too good,” I mutters to meself, clutchin’ me chest—my precious heart nearly popped out! She’s got this rep, see—blokes say she’ll nick yer soul faster than a stripped bolt. Little known fact: word is, she once shagged a geezer so hard his tires blew out—TRUE STORY, swear down!

Monte Sant'Angelo, Italy: places to visit, including the Basilica of Saint-Michael

Then, I get another call. This time, it’s a lady from Corso Umberto. She’s yelling about her neighbor’s music. “It’s like a disco in here!” she says. I’m like, “Lady, it’s Monte Sant Angelo, not Ibiza!” But hey, I get it. Sometimes you just wanna chill with some peace and quiet, ya know?

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