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About Rome

So, how’s it work? You find ‘em, haggle a bit - cash upfront, no faff. Dunno why, but I’d be rubbish at it - too much wafflin’, they’d scarper! “The world’s a mess, darling,” I’d say, quotin’ the film, and off they’d go. Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe, but picture me - red-faced, stammerin’, *errare humanum est*, tryin’ to charm ‘em. Total disaster, ha! Anyway, mate, that’s the gist - sleazy, sad, funny, all at once. Life, eh? Just like Kaufman’s bloody movie - a right glorious mess!

IMOLA: un’altro caso di prostituzione in pieno giorno, ma questa volta in centro.

After lunch, I decide to explore more. I wander over to the Autodromo Enzo e Dino Ferrari. I’m not a huge racing fan, but the energy there is insane! I can feel the adrenaline just walkin’ by. I imagine myself zoomin’ around the track, wind in my hair, but then I remember I’m more of a “nature stroll” kinda guy. Still, it’s cool to see the fans all hyped up.

Porsche heads to WEC race in Italy’s Imola with wind in the sails