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About Rome

So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

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The joke in Bruno is not against gays, but against the kind of shallow people who desire fame above all else.

Finally made it to the office, and my team was buzzing. We had this big pitch for a local brand, and everyone was hyped. I was feelin’ the energy, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, my laptop decided to crash. Just shut down. I mean, really? Right before the pitch? I could feel my heart drop. I was like, “No way, not today!”

Laughter proved the best medicine for the crowd