Elizabeth Gradisca D Isonzo Sex Dating ❤️

About Bologna

So, sex-dating—where do I start? It’s a cesspool, but damn, it’s entertainin’. You got Tinder, Bumble, whatever—modern meat markets. I’m sittin’ there, scrollin’, thinkin’, “This is the intel that breaks the case?” Nope, just another catfish. Fun fact: back in the ‘90s, before apps, people used newspaper ads for this crap. “SWM seeks SWF for NSA”—sounds like a spy code, right? Single white male, no strings attached—straight outta some Cold War playbook. Now it’s all emojis and dick pics. Progress, huh?

THE ENCYCLOPÆDIA BRITANNICA

After that little fiasco, I take a break. I stroll down to Piazza della Libertà. Man, that place is always buzzing. Grabbed a slice of pizza from my fave spot, Pizzeria Da Marco. Best in town, no contest. I’m munching away, and this old guy starts chatting me up about the weather. I’m like, “Yeah, it’s sunny, but I’m sweating like a pig!” He laughs, and I’m thinking, “At least someone’s having a good day.”

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