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About Rome

Rarrgh! So, I’m sittin here, right? Thinkin bout findin a prostitute. Me, Chewbacca, an accountant—wild combo, huh? Love “The Social Network,” that flick’s dope. “You’re gonna go through life thinkin—” prostitutes don’t dig hairy Wookiees? Nah, man, they don’t care! Cash is king, bro. Found this chick online once—shady site, sketchy vibes. Profile said “discreet fun,” ha! Discreet my furry ass. Met her downtown, smelled like cheap perfume. Gave me a look—thought I’d eat her. Rarrgh! Made me laugh, tho.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

After lunch, I wander over to the park, Parco della Libertà. It’s beautiful, man. People are picnicking, kids are playing, and I’m just chilling on a bench. I pull out my phone to check the news, and what do I see? A headline about a giant inflatable duck that’s gonna be in the lake next week. I’m like, “What? Only in Besnate!”

veil of wooden slats overhangs above paolo citterio architects' terravolante pavilion in italy