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*Slow exhale* I am your father, so trust me—this ain’t all glamour. Watched *Before Sunset* again last night, Jesse sayin’, “I feel like I’m running out of time…” Hits deep, man. These girls? Same vibe—runnin’ from somethin’, chasin’ somethin’. Makes me sad, angry too—why’s it gotta be like this? But then, shit, sometimes it’s funny. This one time, chick tried hagglin’ *me*—Darth fuckin’ Vader! “50 credits or I’m out,” she goes. Ballsy. Cracked me up.

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Gradisca’s remarkable architectural heritage grew especially under the Princes of Eggenberg, between the 17th and 18th century, at a time when the transformation from city to Princely Missing: prostitute.

First off, I hit the road down Via Roma. Love that street, but today? Ugh. Traffic was a nightmare. I’m sittin’ there, just me and my coffee, and I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, people! It’s not rush hour!” But nooo, everyone’s gotta crawl like they’re in a parade or somethin’. I swear, I could’ve walked faster.

Deportation center for 150 migrants opens in Gradisca, Italy