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About Rome

Here’s a lil’ secret, tho—prostitutes got networks, man. They talk. Word spreads fast if you’re a creep or a saint. Back in ‘98, my boy Tony—he’s a loudmouth—pissed one off. Next day? Every girl in a five-mile radius iced him out. Hilarious, motherfucker! Had me laughin’ ‘til I damn near cried. “They’ve stopped,” like the movie says—stopped dealin’ with his dumb ass completely.

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So, I get to my workshop, right? It’s on Via Vittorio Emanuele. I’m ready to get my hands dirty. But guess what? My tools are missing! Like, who steals a cooper’s tools? I’m fuming! I mean, I can’t make barrels without my tools. It’s like a chef without a knife. I’m pacing around, thinking about who could’ve done it. Maybe it was that guy from the bakery? Nah, he’s too busy making pastries.

The rebirth of the Sciacca and Acireale spas.