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About Rome

Yo, man, prostitutes, they somethin’ else! I’m Apollo Creed, baby – “I must break you!” – and I’m divin’ deep into this. Got my fave flick, *Moulin Rouge!*, spinnin’ in my head, all that glitz, them wild nights at the Red Windmill. “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn…” is love, sure, but these gals? They hustle love for cash, man! Ain’t that a trip? Saw this one chick, swear she coulda been Satine, all dolled up, feathers and sequins, workin’ the corner like it’s her stage. Made me happy, yo – she owned it, fierce, unbreakable!

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By the time I get home, I’m beat. I flop on my couch, thinking about all the craziness. Carnate is wild, man. One minute you’re saving a cat, the next you’re wrestling a ferret. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. This city, with its charming streets and quirky pets, keeps me on my toes.

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