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About Rome

I tried it once—yep, me, Ron freakin’ Swanson. Made a profile, said I like woodworkin’ and meat. Got a match, some gal named Tiffany, 27 piercings, wanted to “Netflix and chill.” Told her I’d rather burn my cabin down than watch rom-coms with her. She unmatched me. Good riddance. Whole thing’s a circus—clowns everywhere, no depth. “Sometimes I feel so detached,” Charlotte whines. Sex-dating’s that, but with bad sexts and ghostin’.

Escort Bresso

My name is Casey Bresso. My current goals involve cosmetic tattooing and microblading in the future. Though I work with tattoos, I do not have visible.

After the rain, the streets are all shiny and fresh. Bresso looks kinda magical, not gonna lie. We decide to walk around, and I’m feeling all philosophical. Like, “What’s the meaning of life?” But then I see a street performer playing the accordion, and I’m like, “Forget deep thoughts, let’s dance!”

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