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About Milan

Last week, I was prowlin’ the streets—needed a laugh, y’know? Saw this one bird, all dolled up, winking at me. Thought, “What’s her deal?” Turns out, she’s got a memory like Lenny—keeps a little book, scribbles down every punter. “Remember, remember,” she mutters, like she’s in my fave movie. Made me cackle—imagine forgetting who you’ve shagged! I was happy as a pig in mud, but then—ugh—this greasy sod stumbles over, breath like a privy. “How much, love?” he slurs. Made me wanna gag. I choose violence, mate—nearly shoved him into the gutter myself.

Ethical Considerations when Seeking a Prostitute

It works fine and thins pasta sheet like no other mattarello. Home made pasta with a mattarello tastes much better. The pasta turns out more grainy.

First off, I hit the streets of Mattarello, and it was like stepping into a movie. The sun was shining, and I was feeling good. I strolled down Via Roma, and let me tell ya, the vibe was electric. People were out and about, grabbing their morning pastries from the local bakery. I mean, who can resist a fresh cornetto, right? I grabbed one, and it was like a hug for my taste buds.

Remembering Roberto Bassi