Bets are born as a solemn proposal between two individuals who attribute ce to a probability of victory. "Will it rain tomorrow? Will the best fighter wich?" All bets move the hearts of men, eveangling them in sinful addis. The first betting records date back to 3000 BC with Mesopotamian society, indig the use of bone-made dice.

  Throughout this history, betting has evolved, but its essence remains the same. The primary forms of betting have ged, and the monopoly of betting has been altered and adapted to different civilizations.

  Billy just woke up after being exhausted the previous day.

  -Father, bet och between bia and Germany for a 1-1 draw, - said Billy.

  With a feeling in his gut about the day's winnings.

  -Very well, my boy. Yesterday you missed the qualifyi between Yugosvia and Argentina,- Thomas said seriously, all for the sake of seeing Billy go to uy.

  -It was an unfortunate enter, Father, - replied Billy. - You bet on Engnd, Italy, and Cameroon; I have fiden those teams. If the betting house allows it, on the following days, the knockout stages start, and that's when we'll make money. -

  -I'll give it a try, son, but the betting houses impose a limit os, a maximum of three wagers,- Thomas mentioned. - I'll bet on those that pay out more money. -

  -Great, you tell Livy to pce the bets on the winner of the final, - said Billy.

  -What do you mean? - asked Thomas.

  -Yes, open 3000 euros bet for the World Cup championship. The winner will be Germany; I'm sure of it. The betting houses will have an expoial value. The result will be 1-0 against Argentina. I uand that the harder the bet, the more money we'll make, - said Billy.

  -I'll do it, as long as you remember your promises. Besides, the imposed limit is 5000 euros, - said Thomas.

  -Eveer. We'll use the 30,000 on the card for the bets, - said Billy.

  -I'll talk to Livy, although... she's... - Thomas said, a bit uneasy about the woman's behavior.

  -Don't worry, if you don't want to do it, just bet on bia and the World Cup final, - said Billy.

  -I'm still a bit undecided, - mentiohomas, flipping through the betting brochure. - For the uping matches, the draw pays out 5.5 times the price. As for the final, I'll have to think about it, but it should be a siderable amount."

  -Father, make the bet. We've already had this discussion. If, after the trip, I have less than 15,000, I'm willing to go to Stamford Uy and study business administration, - said Billy.

  -Hahaha, I'm gd. I'll talk to Livy. I hope you have fun. I'll rest at the hotel with your little sister Cudia. The massage parlor sounds good for your old man, - said Thomas. - Luck be treacherous; I knoeople who gamble in os and lose a lot of money. -

  -We'll go to the patio with Cudia. Let's leave before they finish breakfast, - said Billy, hugging his father goodbye. He heard a word of caution; all bets would be doted in his father's notebook, along with the winnings and losses.

  -Be very careful. Here's the hotel number in case you have any issues during your ings and goings. Take only what's necessary, - said Thomas.

  -That's what I'll do, Father, - said Billy.

  The Branovien were sitting on the rooftop of the restaurant, both wearing long white dresses that reached just above their knees. Mrs. Branovich dispyed her figure with a nee more pronouhan what was usually worn during these times.

  -Finally, the men decide to e out. They wasted my time, - Livy said. - Now, the kids will go to the cemetery, and you'll take me to the coveted massage parlor you showed so muterest ierday."

  With her legs crossed and a pyful smile, Livy Branovich exuded an air of self-assurance.

  -Of course, I booked the appoi yesterday! - Thomas replied, taking a seat and perusing the menu.

  -Billy, you don't have to look at the menu; I already ordered your breakfast. Grape juice, some Neapolitan sandwiches, and a bit of fruit, - Cudia said, her cheeks blushing from the Carson family's gazes.

  -Thank you. That's very kind of you, - Billy replied, also gng at the menu.

  -I didn't do it for you; I'm just worried we'll arrive te at the cemetery, and it'll be closed, show-off, - Cudia said with a pout that she often dispyed in moments of nervousness.

  Thomas iled and ordered coffee with toast; the time ge had interrupted his sleep.

  -Will you tell me the schedule? - Billy asked.

  -No... It's a surprise. Don't say anything a; we're running a bit te, - Cudia said.

  The beautiful summer weather erfect foing out and enjoying the city. People gathered in bars, huddlielevisions to watch the World Cup matches. Tourists crowded near rge ss close to the Stadio Olimpid another one in the main square.

  Mr. Thomas versed with Cudia's mother about some things in hushed tones, and there seemed to be an air of intrigue from their positions.

  Billy approached the little blonde girl, adjusting her drawing and photo notebooks. - Hey, do you have any new photos? - he asked.

  -Well, I have a few, but nothing special... just some shots I took when I arrived in Vienna. But I've been too tired to go out and take photos. Today, I'll focus on capturing ndscapes like never before, - Cudia said.

  -I hope I'll be part of some of those ndscapes, - Billy said, smiling with a slight blush on his cheeks.

  -If you behave, I might sider taking some of those photos you like so much, - Cudia said. - My photography is unique, and very fepreciate it properly. up the blush on your cheeks a bit. -

  It was true; since she was four years old, little Cudia had been a photographer. Numerous attempts to imitate her mother's work had led to signifit progress, thanks to the experimental teags from her mother and her mother's circle, who adored the little girl's passion for taking photos of everything she liked.

  -e on, we o buy the Italian national team shirts. It's good to prepare for the matches,- Billy said.

  -The Italian national team shirt? Why do we if we're not Italians? - Cudia asked.

  -Don't worry; it's just another souvenir, - Billy replied, as he po attend some of the matches.

  -No more souvenirs. Yesterday, I checked the books, and I had seen them iores. Hanna has some, and I've read them, but I didn't expect you t almost all of them. That's enough of a souvenir for me,- Cudia said.

  -It's to blend in, you know. Nobody will bother two young people holding hands, hiding behind an Italian shirt, - Billy said. - Although, your skin is so fair; I still don't uand how the California su affect you! -

  -I don't know. Let's go to the cemetery, - Cudia said.

  The Pantheon of Agrippa is an a Roman temple dating back to the first tury AD. What remains today is only an opulent facade of what was once a grand temple. These sites were typically created to worship the Roman gods, who bear a striking resembo the Greek gods, representing the ps of the sor system. The most well-known ones are Mars, Venus, and Jupiter.

  The temple is a sight to behold, with its fabulous dome surrounding it, showg marvelous architecture.

  -There's a very delicious pizzeria nearby, - Cudia said. - e, let's take some photos from that er over there. -

  Cudia looked beautiful with her loose hair, and the blue Italian shirt looked lovely on her. She couldn't stop smiling with her eyes, and her cute freckles stood out with the shadow from her illuminated eyes.

  You're very beautiful," Billy said. Suddenly, Cudia's cheeks blushed, and shivers ran through her body. Her entire face seemed to radiate with emotions ing from her stomach.

  -You're an idiot. e o's go take some photos. We have a whole day; we visit a bookstore nearby, - Cudia said.

  -Have you checked the ics I brought you? - Billy asked.

  -A little, but I've been thinking about other things, - Cudia replied.

  Taking some photos, Billy tried to get closer and hold Cudia's hand. Her slender fingers fit perfectly in his hand, delicate and soft, slightly sweaty. He noticed the gentle, white, and pretty neck.

  He wao kiss her.

  -Stop looking at me weirdly; you're creepy. You o learn how to hide your feelings, - Cudia said.

  -I don't want to. You look radiant, - Billy said, taking a step forward and giving Cudia a quick kiss.

  -Ahh, I think it's better to go for pizza. You're starting to halluate, - the girl said, rushing out of the Pantheon. Love is an uncharted territory for the girl who has pyed with cameras most of her life.

  Billy saw Cudia ing dowairs with her camera in hand, looking down while her fingers quickly pyed in circur patterns like gears.

  -The pizzeria is about eight blocks away; we walk ahere in half an hour if we hurry, - Cudia said, with some stammeriween lines.

  -Sure! I'm eager to try the pizza, - Billy said, taking his panion's hand and squeezing it in support.

  Cudia's mood ged, and she regained her fident and lively appearance.

  -You'll enjoy the wonders of pizza, - the girl said.

  -Ahhhh, pizza is a delicacy. She likes greasy pizza with lots of saud cheese. I hope to find some surprising pces, - Billy thought.

  Pizza is one of the world's universal foods, alongside burgers. The global dominance of these foods is irreverent. One could say they are among the most iic dishes worldwide, with many pces creating pizzas that offer traditional fvors. Exaggerating a bit, there's no pce where pizza isn't present on the menu.

  Suddenly, a notification caught Billy's attention and pulled him out of the trance he was in.

  [The host has lost the cht for the shrats. The animation pany in Los Angeles, Ksky Csupo Inc., has recorded a 100,000 pilot and prese to the Nickelodeon board. Hains 25 points.]

  -I guess they've been outpyed by the Rugrats, - Billy thought.

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