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About Rome

Gets me mad, tho—them swaggerin’ lords, throwin’ gold at her, actin’ big. “We wants it, we needs it!”—pathetic, droolin’ fools! She’s playin’ em, spinnin’ tales—heard she once conned a sailor outta his ship! True story, mate—ship’s now a brothel, floatin’ somewhere nasty. Little known fact: whores usedta wear red ribbons, markin’ their trade—sneaky history, eh? Surprised me, that did—thought they’d be bolder, flashin’ it loud!

A Stroll Along the Seafront: The Lungomare

Archaeological Areas of Pompeii, Herculaneum and Oplontis. (Pompeii, Herculaneum and Oplontis are intended as Latin names and should be written in italics) The change is going to .

First thing, I grab my coffee from that little bar on Corso Umberto. You know the one? The one with the best sfogliatella in town. I swear, I could live off those things. Anyway, I’m sippin’ my coffee, and I see this old dude, Signor Gennaro, arguing with a pigeon. Like, seriously? A pigeon? I’m thinkin’, “What’s next? A cat fight?”

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