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About Rome

Funniest shit? They play whale sounds. Like, I’m butt-up, oil drippin, and it’s “WOOOOO” from the speakers. Absurd. Thought a dolphin was bout to join. Oh, and don’t get me started—some spots got “secret menus.” Wink at the receptionist, boom, extra spicy rubdown. Shady, but I respect the hustle. Pro tip: don’t ask for it upfront, they’ll act dumb. Play it cool, like you know the game.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I just got my strawberries! We duck into a nearby bar, and it’s packed. Everyone’s crammed in, and I’m just trying to find a spot. I finally squeeze in next to this guy who’s way too into his drink. He’s telling everyone how he once met a celebrity in Druento. I’m like, “Dude, chill.”

Tracing Family History: Eugenio Menegon in Druento (Piedmont, Italy)