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Aight, listen up, fam! Gabagool? Ova here! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, right? Like, not just any broad, but one that’s got that vibe, y’know? Reminds me of *Inside Llewyn Davis*—that flick I love. That cat, Llewyn, he’s hustlin’, scrappin’, kinda like these girls out here. “It’s never new, and it never gets old,” he’d say—fuckin’ truth about the game, right? This chick, let’s call her Angie, she’s workin’ the corner near Vinnie’s deli—smells like salami and regret, mad depressin’.

Puccini’s Paradise in Torre del Lago

In , the Puccini family moved to Torre del Lago for the summer, an ideal place for hunting and for musical inspiration. Puccini made it his refuge. In his words, “Torre del Lago, supreme Missing: prostitute.

Man, what a day! I woke up in Torre del Lago Puccini, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, the sun was shining like it was trying to blind me. I mean, c'mon, I just wanted to sip my coffee in peace, ya know? But nooo, the universe had other plans.

Pier Luigi Pizzi at the 69th Puccini Festival