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About Rome

Man, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, deep and wise like I’m Morgan Freeman narratin this wild life. Picture this, world’s gone to shit, kinda like *Children of Men*, no babies, just chaos, and here I am, lookin for some company in the dark corners. “You’re the first stranger I’ve trusted,” I mutter to myself, thinkin bout Theo from the flick, dodgin bullets and hopin for somethin real. Ain’t no refugee camp here, just streets buzzin with desperation, and I’m huntin for a vibe.

Escorts in Pagani

So, I finally make it to the fields. It’s time to do my thing. I’m out there, harvestin’ away, and it feels good. The smell of fresh crops, the sound of the engine—pure bliss. But then, I notice something weird. There’s this old lady, Nonna Maria, just starin’ at me from her balcony on Via Giuseppe Mazzini. She’s got this look like I’m some kinda alien. I wave, and she just shakes her head. Like, c’mon, Nonna! I’m just tryin’ to make a livin’ here!

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