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Here’s a mad fact—did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with coded ribbons? Red fer “I’m game,” blue fer “bit classy.” Mental, right? This one, tho, she don’t need ribbons—her swagger says it all. I’m half tempted to nick her style for meself, but nah, she’d clock that too. Anyway, we’re chattin, an I’m gettin proper into it—happy as a pig in muck. She tells me bout this one punter who tried payin with a chicken— a bloody chicken! I’m creasin, picturin it. “What’d ya do?” I ask. “Told him to cluck off,” she says. Genius.

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And just like that, I’m reminded why I love this crazy life in Trofarello. It’s messy, it’s loud, but it’s mine. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!

Fluvial cross-bedded gravel (Unit 6s) locally outcropping over the Piacenzian deltaic sand (Trofarello near Sauglio).