From Via Pascoli to Marina Centro and back again without a break. At the lookout, I'm forced to stop to let the crowds of people going to eat piadina cross. I pray they don't recognize us and hurry across. My prayers are interrupted by the moans of my wife, who, heedless of everything, continues riding despite the hour and the crowd. He keeps repeating, panting: "What a fucking pussy, what a fucking pussy, it's a nightmare," the car sways... luckily I get going again...
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