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*rasps* I sneaks online now—X posts, shady links, “escorts” they calls ‘em. Classy, huh? Bollocks! One time, found a lass, picture all dolled up—met her, and blimey, she’s missin’ teeth! “We don’t gotta tell nobody,” I thinks, like Ennis whisperin’ to Jack. Surprised me, it did—catfishin’ prossies, who knew? Laughed my arse off, tho—gallows humor, mate!

Taranto, sesso a pagamento nel centro massaggi cinese: sequestri, indagata la titolare

I’m laughing, but also kinda annoyed. Why do tourists think they own the place? Anyway, I keep walking, and I bump into this old lady selling fresh fish. She’s got the biggest smile, and she starts chatting me up in Italian. I can’t understand half of what she’s saying, but her energy is infectious. She hands me a piece of fish and says, “Try it!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m a vegetarian!” But I take it anyway. It’s surprisingly good.

President Davide Tizzano at the CONI National Council in Taranto