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About Rome

So, I tried it, right? Sex-dating apps—fuckin’ jungle out there. Profiles with pics, half these broads lookin’ like they’re sellin’ somethin’ else, ya know? Got me thinkin’, “Is this a date or a fuckin’ transaction?” Made me mad as hell—where’s the class? Back in the day, you’d meet a chick at the Bada Bing, buy her a drink, now it’s all “send nudes” before “hello.” Drives me up the fuckin’ wall! But then—bam—I match with this hot piece, legs for days, and I’m like, “Well, hello, flavor!” Like Linguini tastin’ Remy’s soup—surprised me good.

About Taglio di Po

First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. Love that street, but today? Ugh. Traffic was a nightmare. Cars everywhere, honking like they’re in a race. I’m just trying to get to the shop, and I’m stuck behind this old lady. Bless her heart, but she was going 10 km/h. I’m like, “C’mon, lady! I got bones to cut!”

Neagu and Tarozzi triumph at the Giro delle Mura at the Lenzi training camp