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About Rome

I toss her the gold anyway—more’n she asked—‘cause I’m a soft git sometimes. “Keep it quiet,” I wink, and she’s shocked—eyes wide like I’m some bleedin’ hero. Surprised me too, that bit o’ kindness. Did ya know, back in medieval days, some prostitutes ran secret guilds? Traded tips, dodged the law—smart as hell. Wish I’d been there—drinkin’ with ‘em, learnin’ their tricks.

Captivating Introduction

After a bit, the rain stops. We head back out, and the streets are all shiny and fresh. I love that about Creazzo. It’s like the town’s got a glow after the rain. We decide to check out the old church, Chiesa di San Giovanni Battista. It’s beautiful, man. The architecture is insane. I’m just standing there, taking it all in, when I hear this loud crash.

Ten-year-old girl killed after being hit by SUV, driver was drunk