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About Rome

Me mate, she did it once – escortin’, not geisha stuff. Told me, “Smeagol, the cash flows quick!” But the blokes? Ugh, slimy as fish guts. One time, this posh git – suit, tie, all that – tried rippin’ her off. She kicked his arse out the door, laughin’. Made me proud, that did! “It’s a sad world,” like Tarr’s film says, but she owned it.

Also by Patrizia Pallaro

CONCORSO PUBBLICO, PER SOLI ESAMI, PER LA COPERTURA DI N.1 POSTO DI FUNZIONARIO AMMINISTRATIVO E CONTABILE - AREA FUNZIONARI ED E.Q. - DA .

So, I’m walking down Via Aurelia, right? The smell of fresh focaccia hits me like a brick wall. I swear, if I could bottle that smell, I’d be rich. I grab a slice from this little bakery, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, feeling like a king, when suddenly, BAM! A seagull swoops down and tries to steal my food! Like, dude, chill! It’s not your breakfast!

La Scala pays tribute to Magda Olivero who has died at 104