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About Rome

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, findin’ a prostitute—wild shit, right? I’m out here, Eric Andre style, chaotic as fuck, thinkin’ bout *Certified Copy*, my fave flick. Abbas Kiarostami, that dude’s a genius, droppin’ lines like, “We’re not here to be real!” Shit’s deep, man. Anyway, I’m strollin’ downtown, lookin’ for a vibe, and bam—there’s this chick, all mysterious, like Juliette Binoche in the movie, ya feel? She’s got that “I might be fake, but I’m real” energy. I’m like, “Yo, you workin’?” She smirks, says, “Depends who’s askin’.” I’m hyped, laughin’ like a maniac—classic me.

Limbiate e Varedo, racket delle prostitute: olio bollente sulle ragazze che si ribellavano

So, I take a break and head over. The gelato is insane! I mean, I’m talking flavors that make you wanna dance. I get a scoop of pistachio and a scoop of stracciatella. I’m in heaven! But then, I spill some on my scrubs. Great, just great. Now I look like a walking dessert.

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