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So, I’m out dere, diggin’ for a gal, right? Da night’s dark, air’s thick, smells like coal and cheap perfume. I see her—red lips, tight skirt, leanin’ on a lamppost. “How happy is da blameless vestal’s lot!” I mutter, like in da movie—damn, she’s no angel, tho! I laugh, big Arnold laugh—HASTA LA VISTA, boredom! She winks, I swagger over, flexin’ a lil—gotta impress, ya?

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Then, outta nowhere, I see this little furball darting across the street! I’m like, “Is that Pino?!” But nah, it’s just a cat. A fat one. I swear, it looked at us like, “You losers.” I was so mad! Like, c’mon, universe, give me a break!

Inauguration of new hostels along the Tuscan-Emilian Via Francigena