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Supersex, an Italian drama series gracing Netflix, is a mesmerizing creation by Francesca Manieri, helmed with finesse by Matteo Rovere, Francesco Carrozzini, and Francesca Mazzoleni. Loosely drawing inspiration from the life of the legendary pornographic icon, Rocco Siffredi, the series unfolds across 7 episodes, each spanning approximately 42-55 minutes. Delve into the captivating narrative of "Supersex," a tapestry woven from the fabric of Rocco Siffredi's reality. It is a profound odyssey that delves into Rocco's familial roots, his genesis, and the intricate dance he shares with love. Embark on a journey through the tapestry of Rocco's life, from the innocence of his childhood to the zenith of his renowned stature. Witness the metamorphosis of Rocco Tano, a humble soul from Ortona, into the enigmatic persona known as Rocco Siffredi. The ensemble cast, led by Alessandro Borghi portraying Rocco Siffredi, Jasmine Trinca as Lucia, Adriano Giannini as Tommaso, and...

I was shopping at the local supermarket where I selected: A Litre of milk, A Dozen eggs, A Litre of orange juice, A head of lettuce, A can of coffee, and 500 g of bacon. As I was unloading my items on the conveyor belt to check out, a drunk standing behind me watched as I placed the items in front of the cashier. While the cashier was ringing up the purchases, the drunk calmly stated, 'You must be single.' I was a bit startled by this proclamation, but I was intrigued by the derelict intuition since I was indeed single. I looked at the six items on the belt and saw nothing particularly unusual about my selections that could have tipped off the drunk to my marital status. Curiosity getting the better of me, I said: Well, you know what, you're absolutely right. But how on earth did you know that?' The drunk replied, 'Cause you're ugly

 Hallelujah! It seems we won't be bidding farewell to refueling stations just yet, folks! The proposal on the table might just allow us to keep our engines humming past 2035 – but there's a catch, naturally. We're talking about the magic of 'e-fuel.' But let's not dive into the depths of pessimism straight away. It appears that the road ahead might not be paved solely with electric dreams after 2035. We've been hearing whispers for weeks now about various countries throwing shade on the idea of a complete combustion engine ban imposed by the powers that be in 'Europe.' According to reports from the venerable Reuters news agency, a draft proposal has surfaced discussing the possibility of permitting new vehicles with combustion engines post-2035. The caveat? These machines would need to be powered exclusively by E-Fuel. Now, the ever-cautious German government, previously known for its opposition to combustion engine legislation, seems to be giving th...

 Those cheeky Germans have gone and done it again! While the rest of the world is gearing up for an electric revolution, what do they do? They thumb their noses at progress and opt for good old-fashioned fuel guzzlers. We've been keeping an eye on those stubborn Teutonic types for a while now. Despite the European Union waving the flag for electric vehicles, the Germans managed to wriggle out of it. They've even tweaked the legislation to suit their petrol-powered preferences. And now, they're doubling down on it. Seems like petrol is back in vogue in Germany. While the powers-that-be are advocating for us all to plug in or at least go hybrid, the Germans are revving up their engines for a different tune. According to a study by pollster Forsa, a whopping 30 percent of Germans are eyeing up petrol-powered rides, up from 22 percent just last year. Hybrids and electric cars, on the other hand, seem to be losing their sparkle. Only 15 percent are considering hybrids (down from...

  The Japanese have always loved fresh fish. But the waters close to Japan have not held many fish for decades. So to feed the Japanese population, fishing boats got bigger and went farther than ever. The farther the fishermen went, the longer it took to bring in the fish. If the return trip took more than a few days, the fish were not fresh. The Japanese did not like the taste. To solve this problem, fishing companies installed freezers on their boats. They would catch the fish and freeze them at sea. Freezers allowed the boats to go farther and stay longer. However, the Japanese could taste the difference between fresh and frozen and they did not like frozen fish. The frozen fish brought a lower price. So fishing companies installed fish tanks. They would catch the fish and stuff them in the tanks, fin to fin. After a little thrashing around, the fish stopped moving. They were tired and dull, but alive. Unfortunately, the Japanese could still taste the difference. Because the fi...

  As you grow, you learn that happiness isn't found in grand gestures. It's not the pursuit of it in your twenties when you battle the world like gladiators to emerge victorious. Happiness isn't found in chasing after love as if it's all or nothing, nor in the intense emotions that explode spectacularly. It's not about scaling skyscrapers or constantly putting yourself to the test. Growing up teaches you that happiness lies in the small yet precious things. You learn that the aroma of morning coffee is a tiny ritual of joy, that a few notes of a song or the colors of a heartwarming book are enough, that the scents of a kitchen or the poetry of happiness painters suffice. A smile from a stranger is special, but even more so from someone who makes your head spin and warms your heart. You learn that happiness comes in gentle emotions, in small bursts that slowly expand the heart. Stars can move you, and the sun can brighten your eyes. A field of sunflowers can light up...

 Ah, the Jaguar F-Type, a car that once snarled at mediocrity like a lion in a sea of house cats. But alas, its roar has been silenced, replaced by the awkward mumbling of automotive conformity. Imagine yourself, a mug of coffee in hand, staring at the 2024 Jaguar F-Type in your driveway, muttering, "Look at the state of it." Yes, I know, comparing a Jag to a jungle cat is about as original as finding sand in the Sahara. Welcome to the Kinardi Line, where I, the oracle of automotive oddities, hold court. Here, we revel in questionable opinions, unveil hidden truths, and occasionally pay homage to the rusting relics of yesteryear. But let's not shed tears for the departing F-Type just yet. Let's take a moment to reminisce about its journey. Born from the loins of automotive greatness, it strutted onto the scene at the turn of the century, flaunting curves that could make a supermodel jealous. Its beauty was undeniable, surviving Jaguar's tumultuous history to grace...

Right, strap yourselves in, because we're about to embark on a journey through the most splendidly moustachioed month of the year. Movember, the month where facial hair grows with a purpose, and the Distinguished Gentleman's Ride, where dapper gentlemen (and gentlewomen) mount their magnificent machines to ride for a cause that would make even the sternest of stiff upper lips twitch in approval. Movember – the name itself is a stroke of genius, combining 'moustache' and 'November' into a portmanteau that has become a rallying cry for men around the globe. It's not just about looking like you’ve stepped out of a 1970s cop show; it’s about raising awareness and funds for men’s health issues. We're talking about the heavy hitters here: prostate cancer, testicular cancer, and mental health. It’s a month-long testament to the power of a good cause wrapped up in a bit of light-hearted competition and camaraderie. You see, men are notoriously rubbish at talking...

On a frosty morning in the land of IKEA and ABBA, a spunky little lass named Greta awoke to a utopia free from the clutches of evil petroleum. She kicked off her comfy cotton sheets and wool blanket and strolled onto a dirt floor adorned with crushed willow bark – the eco-friendly carpet of champions. "What's this?" she inquired, peering down at the makeshift flooring. "Pulverized willow bark," chimed her fairy godmother, a paragon of sustainable living. "And where's the carpet?" Greta wondered. "Nylon, darling. Made from butadiene and hydrogen cyanide – both devilishly spawned from petroleum," her godmother explained. Greta, with a smirk that acknowledged the sacrifices needed to save the planet, moved on to the sink, only to find a mangled willow instead of a toothbrush. "Your old toothbrush? Also nylon," quipped the godmother. "Water, please?" Greta pleaded. "Down the road in the canal. Watch out for cholera,...

Commuting on the Yamaha XMAX 300 is like activating a cheat code in the game of life. Forget the lightweight delivery bikes; the XMAX stands tall, flaunting its sporty looks and punchy performance. Beware the nonexistent clutch – old habits die hard. With LED lighting, a fuel-injected 292cc engine, and a low center of gravity, the XMAX is more than just a scooter; it's a commuter's dream. The smart key system eliminates fumbling, and the under-seat storage accommodates two helmets and more. It's not just about the destination; it's about the journey, and the XMAX gets you there with minimal fuss. From its dual display screens to the sporty handling, the XMAX is learner legal but packs a punch. Lane-filtering becomes an art form as you effortlessly navigate through traffic. The rear brake, surprisingly potent, adds a touch of drama, making quick halts an experience. Thrashing through twists reveals its surprising agility, though bumpy roads test its suspension limits. We...