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I lean in, all smooth-like, “Fancy a spin, love?” She smirks, says, “Cash up front, handsome.” Fair play, I respect the hustle—girl’s gotta eat. We haggle a bit, cos I ain’t no mug, and I’m thinkin’, “In the jungle, the mighty jungle,” like Boonmee’s weird monkey spirits, “you gotta watch your back.” Didja know, back in the ‘60s, MI6 used prossies to honeytrap spies? True story—Cold War was wild!

Marconi: il PUP di via Volterra resta un girone dantesco

Volterra, amid legends of witches and mysteries, tells stories of ancient magic, spooky places and dark symbols. A village steeped in charm and mystery.

My boss, Carla, is pacing like a caged lion. She’s all, “We’ve got a situation!” I’m thinkin’, “Great, what now?” Turns out, there’s a festival in town. The “Festa della Vendemmia” or whatever. Grapes, wine, the whole shebang. But the radio signal is all messed up. Like, I can’t even get a clear line to the next town over. Ugh!

Borgo Pignano hotel review: a bucolic Tuscan bolt hole overlooking the hills of Volterra