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Pissed me off once, though. Some stunad stiffed a girl, ran out laughin’. I’m like, “Buddy, you don’t fuck with family!” Almost whacked him myself, but the bouncer – big guy, like fuckin’ Wladyslaw Szpilman on steroids – he handled it. Tossed him out like trash. Good riddance. Surprised me too, how tight-knit it is. Like a crew. They got each other’s backs. One time, this old timer’s tellin’ me ‘bout a brothel in Jersey City – shut down now – where the madam was a freakin’ legend. Cooked pasta for the girls every Sunday. Gabagool, sausage, the works! Kept ‘em fed, kept ‘em loyal. Ain’t that somethin’?

Clusone and the Presolana

Beautiful old town & Mondays market, which stretches from the parking area above old town to the main road below. Dont miss the Basilica Santa Maria at the top of the old town. A few nice .

I get back to the car guy. He’s sweating bullets now. I tell him, “Look, I know you’re lying. Just come clean.” He finally cracks. Turns out, he sold the car for cash. I’m like, “Dude, you could’ve just told me!”

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