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About Rome

“Desire kills,” the film says – bloody hell, it does! Seen blokes lose their minds over a quick shag. Me, I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ me pint, thinkin’, “you daft sod, she’s rinsed ya!” Makes me happy, tho – the hustle, the chaos. Surprised me once, this tart I knew, she’s readin’ bleedin’ Nietzsche between jobs. Nietzsche! I’m like, “what, ‘God is dead’ while yer knickers are off?” Classy, that.

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I woke up late, of course. Alarm? What alarm? I jumped outta bed, threw on whatever was clean—kinda. My shirt had a coffee stain from last week. Whatever, right? I grabbed my bag and bolted out the door. The streets of Meta (it) were buzzing. I mean, it’s like the city never sleeps. I hit up Via Roma first. You know, the street that’s always packed with those street vendors? Yeah, I needed my caffeine fix.

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