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About Rome

So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

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First off, I’m an accountant. Yeah, I know, super exciting, right? But hey, someone’s gotta keep track of the numbers. So, I’m heading down Via Roma, and I’m already late. Classic me. I’m dodging people like I’m in some kind of weird obstacle course. Curno’s streets are narrow, and everyone’s out today. Like, can’t a guy just walk without playing Frogger?

Greg Curnoe: Career cut short