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About Rome

I reckon it’s bloody brilliant—happy vibes all round. Had me a go once, right? Some lass in Lys—gods, those hands! Slidin’ like silk, tension meltin’ away, I was half-pissed on wine, thinkin’, “This beats a battlefield.” But—here’s the kicker—it’s not all roses. Some twits think it’s a free pass to a brothel. Pissed me off, that. It’s art, ya dolts, not a quick shag! Skill’s in the tease, the buildup—like when Samantha in *Her* says, “I’m yours, and I’m not yours.” That’s the vibe—close, but untouchable.

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After that, I decide to grab some gelato. I mean, c’mon, it’s Italy! I hit up this little spot on Via P. D’Angelo. I order pistachio and stracciatella. Heaven in a cup, right? But then, I drop it. Yup, right on the cobblestones. I’m standin’ there, mouth agape, like I just lost a family member.

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