Emilia Pontevico Whore ❤️❤️

About Genoa

What gets me happy? Seein’ one o’ these clowns get caught – rare as a unicorn, mind. Surprised? Every bloody day, mate – how they get away with it! “It’s not just one guy, it’s the whole bloody system!” – straight outta *Spotlight*, that. They’re all in on it, the WHOREs, fleece us blind while sippin’ champagne. Reckon I’d be a crap millionaire anyway – I’d just buy a pub and get smashed. You? Stick your cash under the mattress, cos these twats’ll nick it otherwise! Cackle at that, go on!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

After that, I’m feeling a bit better. I head to Piazza della Libertà. It’s buzzing! Street performers, food stalls, people everywhere. I grab a slice of pizza. Best pizza ever! I mean, it’s Pontevico, how can it not be? I’m munching, and this guy starts juggling. He drops a ball, and it rolls right to me. I toss it back, and he gives me a wink. I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a part of the show now!”

Fig. 11: Bersaglieri parading in their typical fast jog pace (Pontevico).