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About Rome

Now, imagine—this chick quotin lines, “In the name of the concierge!”—straight outta Grand Budapest, mixin biz with flair. Cracked me up, it did—humor in the hustle! Tho, gotta say, dodgy streets ain’t my jam—rather sip tea at the hotel, ya feel? Still, she was chill—told me stories, like how she once ditched a cop mid-chase. “Feet, my power is,” i joked, wavin my stubby legs.

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Then, outta nowhere, I see this kid runnin’ down the path. He’s got a soccer ball, and he trips right in front of me. Boom! Faceplant! I can’t help but laugh. The kid gets up, brushes himself off, and yells, “I’m okay!” Classic. Kids are tough, man.