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About Rome

Still, it’s a bleak fuckin’ mess. “Everything’s fine, everything’s fine,” like in the movie, but it ain’t. Gets me thinkin’ – why’s this even legal? Oh wait, it ain’t always, is it? Coppers turn a blind eye ‘cos they’re in on it half the time. Makes me wanna scream, but nah, I’d rather laugh. Sarcasm’s me shield, mate. You’d see it too if you squinted – the absurdity of it all. Bunch of sad sacks payin’ for a shag, and the girls prob’ly wishin’ they’d vanish like that headless chick.

One surprise after another along the Arno, a stone's throw from Florence

As the night goes on, we stroll through the streets. Lastra-a-Signa is beautiful at night. The lights, the vibe, it’s all magical. We pass by the old castle ruins, and I’m feeling all nostalgic. I remember when I was a kid, playing around there.

Dragan Lepei