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About Rome

So, I’m stumblin’ ‘round the wharf, pissed off—hate the city, hate the noise. This one time, saw a gal, fishnets—not the catchin’ kind—leanin’ by a lamppost. Thought, “Hell, she’s cheaper than bait.” Asked her, “You workin’?” She nods, smirks, says, “For you, grizzly, maybe.” Made me laugh—rare as a sober sailor. Hate everything, but that sass? Kinda liked it.

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Anyway, I’m here for a forestry conference. Yeah, I know, sounds boring, but I was pumped. I mean, who doesn’t love talkin’ about trees? But then, I get to the venue on Via della Libertà, and it’s locked. Like, seriously? I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a lost tourist, when this old guy walks by. He’s got a cane and a hat that looks like it’s been through a war. He says, “You lookin’ for the conference, eh?” I’m like, “Yeah, man!” He just chuckles and points to a sign that says, “Moved to the park.” Great. Just great.

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