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Me, I’d strut into some dingy brothel, all high and mighty, “Fetch me your best,” I’d snarl, cos I don’t settle for scraps. Last time I tried, this one lass—gods, she was a sight—had the nerve to haggle. Haggle! With *me*! Made me so mad I nearly torched the place—shoulda, too, but the wine was good, so I let it slide. “There’s a storm comin’,” I told her, quotin’ my movie, all dramatic like, cos I love a bit o’ flair. She just blinked, dumb as a post. Useless.

Domani a Berlino vertice a quattro sull'Ucrania con Russia, Francia e Germania

As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back home, and I can’t help but feel grateful. Monte-Urano, with its winding streets and quirky people, has a way of surprising you. I mean, one minute you’re spilling coffee, and the next you’re laughing with kids and eating the best pizza ever.

Q & A: Mason Hollyman (Holdsworth Zappi)