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But gods, when it works? Happy as a dwarf in a whorehouse. Met this lass once—fiery redhead, sex-dating pro. She says, “Tyrion, it’s like fishing—cast wide, catch somethin’.” We shagged, laughed, parted ways—no “I can’t quit you” bollocks. Pure, simple, done. Then there’s the horror stories—catfishers with dicks for brains. Mate of mine got a pic of some hairy arse instead of a face. Laughed ‘til I choked on me wine. “A man’s gotta have standards,” I told him.

Annunci Incontri a Imola

I’m tryin’ to shake it off, so I head to this little café on Via Emilia. The smell of fresh espresso hits me like a freight train. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this cool dude, gives me a wink. I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a forest master, but I can appreciate good coffee.” I sit down, and as I sip, I see this old guy at the next table. He’s got this massive plate of tortellini. I’m drooling, man! I’m like, “Hey, what’s that?” He just grins and says, “Best in town.” I’m thinkin’, “I gotta try that!”

History of Ferrari endurance racing at Imola