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About Rome

Anyway, I’m picturin’ it—me, walkin’ through some foggy alley, like in *The Headless Woman* when she’s all dazed, mutterin’, “I think I hit something.” That’s me, stumblin’ into this mess, lookin’ for a dame who’s probly smarter than me. I’d be pissed—why’s she gotta be so damn elusive? Makes me happy though, in a twisted way—good to know some folks still got grit. Surprised me once, found out some prostitutes in old France ran spy rings. Sneaky bastards. Respect.

UCMJ Article 134: Pandering And Prostitution

Streetwalkers and johns appear to be hooking up at all hours of the day on side streets, including Dalbergia Street at Vesta Street near the navy base entrance.

Then I hit up the old market on Piazza della Libertà. Man, the vibe there is electric. Fresh produce, street performers, and the smell of fresh pasta. I’m feeling good, right? I grab a slice of pizza from this little joint, Pizzeria da Michele. Best slice ever! I’m talking gooey cheese, crispy crust. I’m in heaven.

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