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Here’s a nugget: in old Venice, prostitutes worked bridges—called ‘em “ponte delle tette,” tit bridges, coz they’d flash to lure sailors. Wish I’d been there, sippin’ wine, watchin’ the show! Beats skulkin’ round Flea Bottom, dodgin’ rats and cutthroats. Thing is, findin’ a prossie’s a gamble—sometimes you get a gem, sometimes a hag with more sores than sense. “What’s done is done,” like they say in the movie—once you’re in, no backin’ out. Surprised me once, this one gal knew riddles—smart as me, nearly. Kept her an extra hour just to chat. Rare, that.

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“Thanks, mister!” he says. I’m feelin’ like a hero for a sec. But then, I slip on the wet grass and land right on my butt. Classic! Now I’m soaked, and the kid’s laughin’ at me. I can’t help but laugh too. Trecate, man. It’s full of surprises.

Fig. 2-Geological cross sections across the Po Valley from the Southern...