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Love her vibe, tho—free, reckless, like “Spring Breakers” gone feral. “This is my fuckin’ dream!” she’d yell, prob’ly, chasin’ roubles. Makes me cackle—whore’s got no actuarial tables, just guts! Surprised me, da, how she keeps goin’. Once heard she stabbed a john—self-defense, they say. Badass, yesss, but we worries—jail’s a bitch.

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But then, I get a text from my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Meet me at Pizzeria Da Marco!” I’m starving, so I’m like, “Sure!” I rush over, and the smell of pizza hits me like a freight train. I order a margherita, and it’s the best thing ever. Seriously, if you’re in Monte-Urano, you gotta try it.

“L A N D S C A P E”, the work of Giulio Vesprini in Monte Urano