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About Rome

Got me ragin’ though—blokes treatin’ her like dirt, tossin’ coins like she’s a vending machine. Pisses me off! But then—HA—she winks at me, cheeky minx, and I’m all flustered, red as a beetroot. “You’re alive, you’re alive,” like Saul’s mate whispers in the film, y’know? She’s fightin’, survivin’, same as them poor sods in the camps.

Brothels in Genoa: history and curiosity

Next, I wander down to the Porto Antico. The harbor is beautiful, man. Boats everywhere, and the sea breeze is just perfect. I’m thinkin’ about life, you know? Like, why am I crunching numbers when I could be sailing the Mediterranean? But then I see this seagull. And this seagull? It’s eyeing my sandwich. I swear, it was plotting my demise. I had to defend my lunch like it was the last meal on Earth.

Conceicao offers updates on three before Genoa-Milan – the injured trio