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I’m chattin’ her up, casual-like, “Oi, love, what’s the deal?” She’s cool, sassy, says, “50 quid, no funny biz.” I’m thinkin’, *Hurt Locker* style—“The rush of battle is a potent addiction”—and mate, I’m hooked already! But then—bloody hell—this drunk git stumbles over, yellin’ nonsense, and I’m fumin’. “You shall not pass, you filthy wanker!” I bellow, staff or no staff, I’m ready to deck him. She laughs, says, “Chill, Gandalf, I’ve seen worse.” That cracks me up—happy as a hobbit with a pint.

Natural Itinerary

So, I’m walking back, and I see this old lady struggling with her groceries on Via dei Fiori. I help her out, and she’s super grateful. She starts telling me stories about Crocetta back in the day. Apparently, it was all vineyards and farms. Now it’s just houses and more houses. I mean, I get it, progress and all, but still, a little nostalgia never hurt anyone, right?

“Romanzo del Prosecco - Prosecco Blues”: Prosecco’s two hundred year history in music and words