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About Rome

“Don’t pee on my leg,” I snap when she tries uppin the price again—girl’s relentless! But I respect it. Hustle’s hustle. I’m tempted, sure—why lie?—but I’m thinkin, *what’s the point?* Godard’s screamin, “Farewell to language!” and I’m feelin it—words fail, bodies fail, it’s all noise. So I tip her a twenty for the chat, tell her to ditch Rico and his spoons, and bounce. Findin a prostitute? Fun story, shitty ending—classic me.

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Marcella Backland left the Metropolitan Police for the sake of her family, only to have her husband leave her. She returns to her job on the murder squad.

After what felt like an eternity, the lights flickered back on. Phew! But then, I realized I had lost track of time. I had to rush to meet my friend at the café on Piazza della Libertà. I sprinted down Via Mazzini, dodging tourists and pigeons. Seriously, those birds are like ninjas. One almost took me out!

Andrean freshman Lindsay Arcella couldn’t hide it. Her hamstring hurt in the regional final. ‘For her to fight through that, it means a lot.’