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About Rome

I’d be madder’n a wet hen if some creep tried rippin’ her off. Ain’t right, y’know? These gals got hearts too, even if life’s kicked ‘em square in the teeth. I’d sashay up, all “Honey, you need a hand?”—‘cause I can’t help but meddle. Surprised me how many just wanna talk, spill their guts like I’m their mama. One time, this gal—Lord, she was skinnier’n a rail—tells me she’s savin’ for a bus ticket outta town. “I’m not staying here forever,” she says, echoin’ that movie line, and I near ‘bout cried right there.

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Fashions seem now to have changed. The biographical approach is out of favour. Recent studies of Latin poetry give the impression.

First off, I hit the streets of Cento, which is this cute lil’ town in Emilia-Romagna. You know, the one with the cobblestone streets and all that charm? Yeah, that one. I started my day on Via Matteotti, where I usually grab my morning espresso. But guess what? The café was closed! Like, seriously? Who closes a café in the morning? Ugh, I was already fuming.

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