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This one time, I matched with a chick—profile said “adventurous.” Thought I’d get some freaky rooftop sex. Nope! She just wanted to hike—HIKE! I’m like, "Where’s the adventure in blisters, Susan?" Felt like the brothers in *The Return*, lost as fuck, rowin’ to nowhere. “The island is close”—yeah, close to bullshit. Sex-dating’s a gamble, man—sometimes you score, sometimes you’re stuck with a granola weirdo.

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First off, I’m zooming down Via Roma, and I hit a pothole. Like, seriously? Ceggia, fix your roads! My coffee nearly flew outta my hand. I’m already cranky. But whatever, I get to the auction house, and it’s packed. I mean, people everywhere! Old folks, young bucks, even a couple of kids running around like they own the place.

Figure 10. Part of a map of 1561 showing the woodland areas between...